Hour 12: Frankenpoem Challenge
We were not always strangers
in this place, like souls who were lost
as time wore away their names.
Even as the rains came drowning our passions,
who liked to play in the stream,
You already knew
this could happen first
last, opening our lives
on a virtual stage, pounding
the blacks and blues
out of their souls as muscles burned
on the rope for a world gone mad.
I wasn’t in the mood.