Once again, we feel like wounded animals,
For a short while, held closely in the arms,
Whispers in our ears, of equal love we hold,
Title of the elders, thrust upon us.
The very nature of the deed to make us feel important.
Now. My heart bleeds once again,
At the very thought of what’s to come,
HE said this world is but a comedy show,
It’s colours I am too well aware.
But deep breaths I must take, let the river flow.
Written for Impulse feelings