Wednesday, January 20, 2016

unmet

unmet needs, a dead conflagration
render all flavors to ash
broken seems, each smile
a moment, a memory passed

distant draining the pain unseen
of heroic quests of simple living,
all joys dwindled hard and mean.

beauty becomes disillusion
breaking and rending and slid
far past even the vibrance of dread




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