Unfinish….
Like any other morning the sun came up bright and shining A warm cup of steel in our hands some coffee within, still hot or maybe even steaming Noises from the street awakening those, with their bedsheets still jostling, some mumbling some unruffled, and still sleeping The ringing of the bells, the chirping of the birds The early morning quarrels with those, for late arrivals The colorful bunch of pages flipped and tossed over The white collared folks now running around helter-skellter Everything so far went as planned Breakfast being served, while some watering the holy plants A shriek of pain and a silent thud, The deafening silence! The cries of pain are torn between the guilt unheard and a story unfinish ..............
