Written 2/13/22 at 12:30am Finished 6/21/22 11pm
When the dying flames are drenched & doused,
And the loveless lights die out completely...
The supreme darkness is left behind in its place.
It can seem to be the hardest
To just simply ignore away.
From an intellectual bore to a forced social chore
And back again like
A tentative cycle that'll never end.
It transforms into monotonous losses of awkward silence
Versus any genuine wins that never make amends,
To viciously substitute unnecessary misunderstandings, disagreements, & arguments.
It's so inherently arduous!
To no avail.
Breaking a pure heart with evil magic pins
Should be heavily regarded with utter disdain as
A deadly sin, punishable by eternal damnation for all eternity.
Reciprocal equation of the trauma scar tissue inflicted,
And quite possibly - steadily expanding & inflating.
Prompting the universe to erase negative thoughts I've needlessly planted.
Granted, we cannot continue to blissfully pretend
That everyone in existence doesn't
Possess a varying breaking point, marking the symbolism of a divine end.
Are we all just a dividend?
Communication is no longer and/or quite possibly never has been a joint effort.
The Stepford perspective is permanently broken.
Chivalry was somehow historically ghosted,
As misogynistic values grew and are still foolishly toasted.
Once it ceases into the inevitable finality,
It's deemed truly become a one all - be all.
No more countful chances of fixing and
Reconstructing mutilated, soggy pieces.
An overdue platonic impeachment.
Projected energetic releasing is nigh.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
