Thursday, December 28, 2017

No heartbreak so gripping, so real, so lucid
As is the repetition and concurrent meaninglessness
The light of life shaking, twisted, and dissipating like a plume of exhaled smoke from a cigarette

You put your head in your hands and convulse,
Shouting "No!" as tears pour, as if it will slow the tide of numbness washing over your soul
As if feigning hope reasserts that you at one point in time had hope, that at one point in time you believed

Be happy that you're free of the delusions, but your penance is to wish for ignorance
To want, to pray, to need for some divine touch that does not scold, does not burn, does not wither

A sensation you'll never know
But are sentenced to desire for the rest of your days



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