A Quatrain of Misunderstood Poets

A wound laden with salt A hope with a million springs. A black and white photograph With all our voices within A fading echo from the microphone A seed of our sins An uninviting bariton A battle we never win A key lost within ourselves Just one of those unnamed things A map to a road that leads nowhere A yellow leaf in the autumn wind A tomorrow which never came A night which we made together A song we never sing.. by Aaraz Anis (Student Author)