All Hope is Compromised I

An echo,

Into the void...

With conscious sedation,

Hope crawled back into the dark,

Standing in the line of life,

Bitterly awaiting an end,

Death is the grave,

There is but,

Lethargy.

Past & Present III

  In lieu...

An earnest anticipation,

Of playing pretend; half dead,

Dull your hope and senses,

To be half of somewhat...

Even quasi accepted!

No one ever said,

Or told me,

I'd have,

To be...

Play pretend,

To be loved...

Past & Present II

 In lieu of...

Playing half dead,

To be somewhat...

Quasi accepted!

No one ever,

Said...

To...

Me!

Past & Present

 In lieu of,

Playing dead,

To be...

Even,

Accepted!

All Hope is gone... I

I tell you,

The hatred... 

It's all mine,

It's a haven,

For who,

Who,

Am,

I

Gestalt Aggressive III

Foes...

      Lost in the daily algorithmic grind, Each deserve a singularity answered or dreading naught question of purpose, Bruising all who surround; Still remain unmoving, Congruence in a selfish soft interpretation of honesty, All is an internal broken agenda; Bluffing the invisible spirit of want and invincible. May the tyrant be besought by the truth of any mirror!

In earnest anticipation of,

Reflections.

Fallen Question I

 Foes and friends,

      Deserve the question of purpose, Bruising all who still remain moving, Congruence in self honesty, No bluffing to the invisible spirit we may be promoting! Now all falseness can erode and no one but 'we' can tell anyone of us who to be... A beacon for the mirror.

In earnest anticipation of,

Reflections.