Once in a while, you wonder just why.
What ill had you performed to make the situation awry?
What decision was undertaken to make someone feel slapped, or want to cry?
Or want to cause a situation’s demise?
Shall the rivers cease their running,
Shall the seas calm their tides?
And shall the oceans part wide
Washed away of sin and less dry eyes?
Shall we dance individually now,
Never again to meet,
No matter the circumstance,
I don’t want to step back from the heat.
(c) 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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