Excommunicado – Day 207, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Zero in on your poetry,
My mind,
Heart and soul suggests.
Because,
As time passes,
So does the will to be kind.
Love,
As we know it,
Is suffering an excrutiating death too glaring to witness.
Nowadays,
I’d rather stay far from the likes of a person who’s dead inside.
A soul who’s gone rogue with a touch permiating through the warmth of another.
Excommunication seems to be the only path,
Before I’m frozen inside of a Tundra manifested by His very own breath.
That,
Reflection I refuse to stare into any longer…