• dyscrasias 18w

    Despicable

    Ecstacy was a period of whilom,
    The liniments, empty pails,
    Runes of toil.

    Errands of pink love,
    Exiguous,
    She deserved better.

    And, amidst sunken pleasures,
    Deplorable guilt,
    Life, an awakening.

    Of obfuscate thoughts,
    Imprudent actions,
    Took away, the heart.

    Imploding mind,
    Irrational,
    But unsupported?

    Until dawn,
    Split silence,
    Cascades of agony,

    Damp these pages.


    ©dyscrasias