Dull Beast


The casualties of abandonment;
Confetti, flailing through seasons of change.
And grey, dull moments marked as monuments,
Left not sculpted, forge foreboding wars' rage.

Opening floodgates of lovers' lament,
Of time spring tides pulled heartstrings;
Desistance comes at abandonment's content,
Which be taken at precious time'd age.

Obsessed undertow spasms through blooms deceased,
Leaves Styx boundary a barbarous beast.

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