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Days in Waste
Sunrise, I have awaited an arrival
I have awaited a revival
Serenades sang sweetly by ghosts
Our tepid pasts aligned in harmony
Children know no such emptiness
Until they've been drained
Skinned alive, driven insane
I was a coward living brutishly
Until I stumbled downward
Into the great collapse, the chasm
You lie on your back on your bed
Bareskin on semen-stained sheets
Willing as am I to admit defeat
Exercising moments of euphoria
As am I, hands grasping your breasts
Without love, without a connection
Only our desire to embrace another
I am already cursing tomorrow
What a waste to want to change
From a life so poorly arranged.
I have awaited a revival
Serenades sang sweetly by ghosts
Our tepid pasts aligned in harmony
Children know no such emptiness
Until they've been drained
Skinned alive, driven insane
I was a coward living brutishly
Until I stumbled downward
Into the great collapse, the chasm
You lie on your back on your bed
Bareskin on semen-stained sheets
Willing as am I to admit defeat
Exercising moments of euphoria
As am I, hands grasping your breasts
Without love, without a connection
Only our desire to embrace another
I am already cursing tomorrow
What a waste to want to change
From a life so poorly arranged.
Published 23rd May 2020
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That's a sad look at life's bumps. Believe me I understand that and relate. Great Imagery, anon.
25th May 2020 10:29am
23rd May 2020 2:43pm
How you paint that dark stark image of lovelessness and yet craving touch to feel alive.
And knowing its doomed nature that happiness can never be yours.
It's been a while since i read your poetry Anon, hope you're doing well.
And knowing its doomed nature that happiness can never be yours.
It's been a while since i read your poetry Anon, hope you're doing well.
25th May 2020 10:31am
Happiness has long eluded me, as I suppose it does many, I grasp it for a moment for it to slip away, yet I chase it.
I am surviving, I hope you are well, my dear friend.
I am surviving, I hope you are well, my dear friend.
