Dearth Sustenance

Crippled, pickled, plumbed and dumb, string me out for another year

Itís wet again, Iím wet again, why canít I find the focus of yore?

Have you tried?
Yes Iíve tried

Have you failed?
Yes Iíve failed

And what has it made you into?

A forgotten dream from far away, a slow locomotive chugging onwards to the end of the fucking track

Iíll find my perspective the only perspective, and the view will be gloriously sad Iím sure

Impetus denied, even though Iíve strived through my own complex emotions
Iím finding all thatís sad, Iím finding all thatís mad to become quite palatable of late

Yet will I fade away with nothing else to say?

I doubt it

I find great strength in the infirm, great resilience within the decay

Great greatness in the slowing motion of my own pathetic endeavours

A fortified despair, which elicits mirth to raise the corners of my mouth

I will keep on, I will keep on, I will keep on keeping on

Until the bitter end of my post personal line

Forgetting all opinions of the others, fine

Quivering In stale boots no more

A chunk of cheese to the cold hard flags of the floor

Slow motions take the breath away

Forever sustained in the perpetual rain of a grim, forgotten yesterdayÖ

Cannot detect a single tear, now that the motion has utterly ceased to be

Incessant, clement, tumbling ball of chaos down the garden path

Mud, so much fucking mud now

Stone, so heavy


Itís time to grow again

Begin the processÖ
Written by GN101 (Grandfather Nebulous)
Author's Note
Taken from Sire Silinghamn's Emancipated Chrono-Cosmological Vicarious Tome of Versifications.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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