Cronic failure

Astounding derelicts now abandoned,

empty shells that once

filled to the brim

with breath and perfumery.

How marvellous are you

all in your declining

state, overgrown and outcast.

Fickle fate has once

again cut the threads.

Haggard crones who never

enjoyed a kiss or

warm embrace or danced

the night away with

lovers and friends, who

never shared their company,

their conversation shallow or

profound, who never knew

the love or smile

of another except in

reflection while they held

the blade that would

sever so easily and

destroy what they never

created nor ever experienced.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

 

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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