Written April 28, 2009
A mind never at rest produces an everlasting stream of poisonous poignancy
A mind which produces this perpetual poignant stream does not allow it’s host to rest
A mind that alludes to a great many things, a great many fantasies that are intrinsically bland.
A mind that never rests gives its wearer no respite. Haunting the poor soul with such banal dreams.
Such as:
Lovers as well as someone to love
Peeling away this fabric that encases our weary flesh and bone.
When what we really have is:
Empty lips in a quest for fulfillment, but with nothing to come home to.
Empty promises never actually spoken. Never really professed. Not really there at all.
Empty hopes of the empty hearts of consequently empty people. Empty longing of empty limbs to be empty no longer.
Pining over the nonexistant. Hope for what could be.
No reprieve in sight.
All causing:
A lifetime of longing and loneliness through only a sparse stretch of years.
Tumbling across a bleak and desolate landscape of a love life.
Nubness and solitude.
No reprieve in sight.
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