Driftwood

Traversing the brim of ill determination

stuck walking in eternal night

 

Existing only in those rusted hallows

purely pursued out of spite

 

Keeling, drenched, chafing of my knee

passive to my existence

 

One last love underneath thy name

treacherously you dismay

 

Lain here I splay, while suddenly

forgetful of blood divulged

 

The roaring saw's motor grows deafened

your brand new particle board,

 

broken,

then formed.

 

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