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finalities




finalities

sad regression of a joyful day
return to sadness in the joyless way

search for sleep at the dusk of light
the dull refrain of a sleepless night

pulsing sadness a recurrent theme
retreat from gladness in full extreme

laugh in the face of mirthless life
cry at the meanness of soulful strife

mournful memories' full-fledged pain
would'ves and could'ves all remain

blemished dreams float in mind
blissful moments still undefined

stationary madness fated fare
unfelt pleasures beyond repair

hope-filled hopes shattered clean
hopeless results unmattered scene

destined outcomes undenied
fateful finalities justice blind

eternal knocking at unopened door
infinite waiting wanting more

standing still the edge of crime
walking toward end of time

permanent penchant for glimmering gloom
smile at the thought of a waiting tomb

all these things common felt
visions frozen fully melt


© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
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