Beaten

This monotone soliloquy reads the
soul. Thirsty vengeances attack the eye
relentlessly. Begging to be soon fed.
For no liquor or water shall now quench
this longing. This unbearable ordeal.
Asking is nothing. Taking appears an
impossibility. Chains stand guarding
land. Binding truth and knowledge. No fake lies
will appease. Unconquerable the vale.
The sleeves swallow the figure, masking all
importance or piece of a remorseful
conclusion. There is no air. Breathing is
a privilege. No man simply own the deed.
Yet, all take for granted principles of
gratuity. Basic primeval acts.
Wading through promiscuous endurance.
Forgiveness calls for action of saints.