nothing ever works out
Yet,
We struggle,
we scream,
we shout
At the end
there is only tantalising bitterness
We fall prey to our own desires
As we drift
into the black of infinite pain
Disdain
There are moments
Some joyful, some perverse
And beautiful see
the roads we traversed
They fade out of sight
Yet not out of mind
To torment, to traumatise
I woke to such
I wake to such
Everyday
Ever so often
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