Resolution

The beams of mercy
cover every reflective spot
but the warmth is not
the shadows roam
like there is no sketch,
No amnesty.

And the blaze of color
ignites the glare
imminent disaster
I stare in distress
like there is no pride,
No forgiveness.

The hazel is fading out
the argue is mute
and the silence too loud.
No oath was taken
No race to run
No indulgences.