The Daily Inklings prompt is ‘never give up’. I’ve taken liberties with the theme and gone with just plain ‘never’.
Never is a thunderous word,
a portentous, fist-thumping-table word
that jackboots down avenues,
a thousand years ringing in the sound.
It shuns and turns its face away,
shows the door, slams it closed
behind a wayward child who doesn’t fit the mould.
Never is a prison door, steel-shod, inhuman,
precluding argument or change of heart.
I will never leave you, said the lover who left,
the virus that withers with treatment.
Nothing is forever, the birds say.
Look at the halo round the moon.
Tomorrow it might rain.