Assorted ways of the assorted days, shimmering eyes, glittering breaths, affluent tongues, lively ails, hollow faces, tethered souls, for the dying minds were the life flows…….
Having eaten my share of pain, having drunk on my share of blood, having wombed my share of insanity, having killed my share of love……..
Fallen, disdain, malaise, where the simper lies, the eluding ends of the stupor’s visage……
Unearthed, unveiled, beyond the conspicuous vigour, the insurmountable labour, seething, severing, You, I, Us, where the inanimate die, where the light darkens, where the tears cry, where the dearth lie…...
Shall I not stare, at thy undying glare,
Shall I not feel, thine unrelenting zeal,
Shan’t I not leave, for death to weave,
A fairy tale, my last ale,
Sipping and simmering, within me a smile nearing,
Hold me till I not end, till this moment not bend,
In glory, in a story,
The end of our titter, the red stained letter..........
Poetic Injustice --- The myriad me, in myriad ways,
and myriad words, in myriad lays.
To stay, to sway, to the new glory,
to my past allay....
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