what is there to do
when all that you knew
is no longer
with nothing there
to fill the chasm
chaos left behind
when every word returns
back to its bitter home
rejected
where only fools who feel
will find the strength
to carry on
years have fallen wayward
to the tune of time’s duress
shaping us into these forms
of unfamiliar wresting
once, we walked as one
along the open road
to freedom
now, through one another’s wounds
we bleed into remorse
yesterday
you turned away
and shunned our reign
of squander
leaving me
to wander
through this world
without ward
every ounce of dignity
has seeped into contrition
confined unto this bed
of frozen tears
unraveling
somewhere
amid lost expression
linger words
aloof with languor
haunted
by the fate of truth
we fade
into the sun




Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Max Meunier/Dissociative Void
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Breaks my heart
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haunting and gaunt, tethered to the strength of fools
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where fools who feel will find the strength
Nice!
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Sounds grim, the images you’ve painted with these words..
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