Sunday, December 13, 2015

Endless

I lack in my heart what I cannot give
Ideal statements plunder through pierced lips
Agony trails behind trenches of greed
Solemn binds, everlastingly live
Weakened await foul play
Blinking wonders trail behind
Shuttered glows blown through seldom may
Awaken sickened souls
That mean no harm
Portrayals of sweet painless thoughts,
Believing seems enough rolls
Away into bottomless pits
No one hears their cry.
I cannot have what I cannot give.
Weary eyed, we try once again
And thus the cycle begets.

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