Poezja

The trust was intact 
but you would not carry 
it far, the stillness. 
 
Propolis, that is 
what you needed to plug 
the echo of insult. 
 
The polarized crowd 
was throwing the rocks 
at the moon. 
 
May not fracture 
the curve, you wanted 
the release from unknown. 
 
Where were you, when 
the flame was extinguished? 
How will I read the writing on wall.