In the bright mornings of winter,

The ugliness and bitterness wells up in me.

Echoes of what was never there, yet lost

In the throes of time and forever.

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The spring rain patterns the windows,

While wishes of fog creep in mind.

Reflections of loneliness stare back

As I look onward to a black road.

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The poison called love

Has never claimed my soul.

Reds so tangible, blue so engulfing

Muddles my thoughts.

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See, and don’t see

Plunging into the abyss

Of the tainted happiness of Elysian.

Torn away from what

Was never there first and last.

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Walking past chocolate

And green eyes of stillness.

Pieces like butterflies

Soar from a dead tree and sleep.

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Eternity, like words, hold no meaning.

Smiles and hollow gestures

Listeners who don’t hear

Always swirl around like colors on a palette.

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Life keeps no meaning.

Yellows and purples delude

Dismal people of caresses

Suffocate and drown the quiet lust

For Death.