Friday, August 25, 2017

desperation


























now the end may begin,
lost in this swirling
world of never,
eyes dressed incognito,
egos disguised by humility,
enemies in the shape of friends
make for the worst
of them all,
you never see them coming
until they have passed you by;
by then
it’s always too late;
the movement continues
like liquid wildfire,
consuming all there is,
right or wrong hanging within
a delicate balance,
fools following forsaken
roads of folly,
on their way to this or that,
something for nothing,
one for all,
everything for anybody,
some things for nobody,
innocence never the issue;
this garden no longer grows,
fruit lies dying on the vine,
fertility fails,
hope has no future here,
fixations no longer provide a thrill,
sinking deeper into the
oblivion below,
sink or swim;
desperation makes its strong argument
for justification,
survival separates the living
from the dead;
words once spoken
can never be returned.
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