The slimmest volume can hold the heaviest world.
The weakest signal can reach the strongest shoulder.
The rockiest path can find the calmest shore.
The hardest seat can balance the most fragile soul.
So yes, this blackened heart will face the brightest Light.
Reaching the quarter.
The century references dig
in its depth is death.
No lights and abundance
We reached a pair of decades and
rushed for more.
Hated the past you.
Hated the you of now.
And hate the you in death.
Nothing makes you an angel.
Mold and plasma till
memories give you heart and smile.
Depth of the grave.
Depth of your human self.