Advent of the unknown.. A viable fear unexplained --- I ride on with pain --
Unable to touch -- to cure -- just a hollow satisfied in its own narcissism.
Sign out -- heal -- work -- Do something!
As the body curls in front of your eyes,
( the very body you love with an addition to the soul) --
your own fences bound up tighter, closer,
they work to put you off guard.
Imbalance --
minus the beauty, sarcasm --
on the very roots of love.
Points of beauty tinged with mockery.
How many painless questions more to go?
How many certified plays of care and concern?
The profit equals the loss.
The game but a monologue.
Undo those ties that you savor each night.
Bring to the front those decayed hearts
and moldy hands of bruised purple love.
Make do with that self-conceited You --
ever-rejoicing in self-made glory.
Will It ever be enough?
Those words?
Will they ever sooth completely?
what about the empty exclamations and semi colons they leave?
Until when is "too much" just "much" ?
All these efforts to rise a tinge of empathy in a blocked organism.
Laughter is not affordable. Peace is a mere white dove on a flag,
minus the rose.
minus the flower -
the bloom,
the blossom,
the sap,
the specter --
only a rebounding silence,
a ring restricted inside a single pair of fuzzed ear drums --
the almost peaceful peace.
A lone half-wisher.
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