These are fun. I love seeing all the different styles of our poets here. Add your three line addition to this poem.
The Walk by PWB poets
It's bleeding skin, visible sin-
a haunting and obvious chorus.
Weep for us, weep for us.
Toils in stone and dust, and
crimes of love and lust;
now scarlet gash binds us all
Memories faded, lives wasted
woven sins and joys infested
we tread along, we trudge alone.
in the hopes of the joys unknown
Wounds and burns still live on
still we tread along, we trudge alone.
to trudge along these shores ajar
baren woes, like smoothened pebbles
worry all that which carries no weight
worry none for the shores afar
First three lines by Sara from The Shores of My Dreams
Next three lines by Nishant from Absorbed
Next six lines by Soham from The Soul and the Witness
Next four by Ben from Resonance of Reverberations