constant tragedy


life becomes this
constant tragedy

words no longer
comfort

there is no sense
of revenge or the
thirst for conflict

all the tears have
been cried

becomes just another
blip in a world of chaos

a moment trapped
in our broken
imaginations

dead flowers
and rain coming
down on a funeral

this hollow shell
of a broken man

trying his hardest
to convey what love
can do at a time like
this

he can only mumble

weep

hope that some other
soul wants to rescue
his

just one after another
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