Poems and Poetry

Split | A Poem by Cole Severns

Futility. The negotiations between future and past have reached
stalemate. No hope of reconciliation. Purpose is lost. Attempted
meaning constructed with useless emotion from the bowels of
self-loathing and heartbreak. Drawn and quartered from the
fabrications of nonsense under the guise of virtue. Self-serving
undertakings of a frivolous nature deconstructed by the weight of
irrelevance. Deaf and blind persistence fueling the despair of once
inspired intentions.

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