Wrong track.

He stares at her, high above.

A holy power of the greater good.

She crumbles and begins to cry.

He keeps on looking, he won't turn a blind eye.

She raises her head and nearly looks at him.

'Forgive me,' she cries, 'I repent all my sins.'

She's hit a solid wall but she can't turn back.

'Listen to me child,' he whispers softly,

'You're just on the wrong track.'

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed