Like the passionate stream
Of walled in anguish
Through the fractures
Of bloodshot eyes
My words fall cold
Upon deathly pavement
Callous, dreary, and mute
These endless roads
Of solemn grey
Shall court my soul to ruin
To be swallowed whole
By a storm drain’s thirst
And leveled
Beneath the might of seclusion
The grief I hold
Falls unworthy
Of the hopeful eyes
They yearn for
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