Filament

Another departure from the older ones.  Poetry scribed below.   Why on cynical grass tread As thou shan't speak ill of the dead. Why let...

Another departure from the older ones. 

Poetry scribed below.

 

Why on cynical grass tread

As thou shan't speak ill of the dead.

Why let one's precious piety

Slip into ruins by anxiety.

All those moments you wait to ace.

The thorns in the way you have to face.

When excellence finds its trace

Comes a moment kissed with grace.

To put one's soul at ease

It's the wind which does please

The hope that it would lure

Expects the rainbow to conjure.

    The castle of glass may torment.

Whence left exposed is the filament. 

The heat radiated out of it.

Makes the former break & split.