A fire is passion.
Raging.
Yearning.
Burdensome words drop–
As stones hit the water,
Sinking down,
Deep in the mud,
Of sallow promises.
Memories that burn in–
Purple waves of regret?
Stifled against real actions.
Do we feel the same ache?
Bloated perception–
Paint falsehoods casually.
Deletions, of the unwanted truth.
Cast into the unlearned–
Being within the atrophy.
Sinister fragments mind,
Represented by the beguiling lie,
Lessons forgotten and purged?
Truth concealed–
bloody shrouds soaking in–
The wanton again,
Of grievous error,
Repeated.
Repeated.
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