7/27/2016

slapdashmonuments

Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?


My future, furious, lunges

With weapons sharp and bright

To fell me where I stand.

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A single blow would serve

To make this “now” my last,

But many more will land–

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For some will smite my heart,

Already weak and weary,

And let its contents spill,

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While others will be aimed

Directly at my mind

To drain me of my will.

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Devoid of love and sense,

The body matters not,

Can serve no purpose; thus,

--

I give it leave to burst.

Our past was lovely, once;

No future’s left for us.

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Fate! Do not countermand

My punishment. Fulfill

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Your duty; don’t discuss

Reprieves. Proceed as planned.

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Come swiftly! Time to kill.

I shan’t put up a fuss;

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I’ve toiled to earn this end.

Come! Hack, and rip, and rend:

I have betrayed my friend.


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Oh, beating yourself up, the worst emotions ever.

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