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Monday, February 20, 2012

DISILLUSIONED


Incomplete endings slither in
and entangle new beginnings in loose ends;
The tussle between past and present causes a dead stillness,
a nothingness
that devours every bit of light
coming in from the future;
Its a muffled world
where the shrillest desperate yell is gagged
and stuffed down one's throat
until every pore of the body oozes bloody rage
and panic overshadows imagination;
The only feeling left alive is pain
as the soul is dragged against piercing shards
of stone hard disillusionment.

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