Life's Twisting Abode

hatred in its meanest sense

begets another word;

until another and one more appears

to shade the broken way to here;

the place of withered eyes and ears

that leer,

on the lips

of hope.

and when moment's grasp appears,

it takes them away

with little anguish or thought,

hearts flutter in the beating wave

of a lasting song; which burns

yet we yearn to hear it;

swear by it,

until it's held you random

for more.