Ola

Feeling tears with every reel, a childhood dance in chains, don't tell me how to feel, at what was never blood, you wouldn't say, how fighting does no good, a cloud across my sea, between shore and certain days, shifting hours and bell peals, it isn't the thrown mud, a manifesto of delay, that says it's all a dud, there's nothing left to feel, no single quatrain, for someone so in need, with lip sticky greed, who lets others make, a mountain from every creed, love lies uncontained.