Tuesday, February 2, 2016

A MISANTHROPE'S REQUIEM

If only i learnt that intensity
Forewarned you of fear of engulfment
I would, wordlessly, in spirit, freeze
Under the lens of that discernment
Ebbing away, imperceptible
Is the fibre that kept me going
Where answers, multitudinous pervaded
Now, there is only unknowing
Shrugging of the remnants, judiciously
Of prelapsarian hope
Knowing that inevitability will weigh in
On life's precarious slope
Attrition of all that was once dear
Is the only way to keep my head clear.

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