It began with a whimper, then a trust worthy sigh. That I frankly never wished was so. Uncanny he came, sweeping you off your feet with fast promises. Never blaming or casting doubt into the winds. He first took your sight, which came from the skies on insults. I blissfully recall this action, I didn’t ask for this much more than that. I can still feel it coming over the hillside, smashing feet like a thousand drums beating me down. He was once a clown, drenched in the sweat of the masses laughter. But it was all a show, it all became known throughout the memory. Of things that had passed through before. I guess we’ll never hear the truth, it would never come without the price.
Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger
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