Lovely Lament Mends A Heart With Intent
How can I embrace such sepulchral lament
Deceitful transgressions crystallized to cement
Too many burdens have filled its ruinous space
Once filled with laughter, now a desolate maze
Like high tide rhapsodically bewitched by the magnetic lunar muse
Pulled in by his tragic satire affliction, exploiting various shades of the blues
Illogically curious, reveling in this cautionary portentous wonder
Transcendentally paralyzed by his ambivalent myriad of luster
Running around in circles, speculating on where the vacillating dead ends meet
Tired eyes and battered feet, but the relentless journey is too bittersweet
Shoes worn and heels torn, roaming on tainted glass,
Despite my manifesting avid nature, I am eternally destined to finish last.
Shrouded by this ashen, perishing ambience,
Haunted by the past, possessed by its penitence.
When does the meadow replenish its prismatic, florid complexion?
Balancing the universe in all of its perfection
I look to the stars in hopes of this sanguine transformation,
Absolving all past transgressions, passionately harmonizing in ardent revelation ...