Bespoken

The story ended

Right

Where apt beginning should have been,

They pretended

Not

To have dreamt or been or seen all they had seen.

Souls suspended

Just

As nightmare turned into the dream,

Lives upended

Breaks

The charm when nothing’s as it seems.

Grief, distended,

Cries

The tears that fill the seas and streams,

Hope intended

In

Heaven’s harmony that hoves between.

Lives pretended,

Wasted

Esssence of the might have been,

All life offended,

Sorry  

Fuelled in furnace of obscene.

Love has mended

Futility,

Despair that robs serene,

Hands extended,

Giving

Self, bespoken, intervenes.

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