Plagued
Plagued
Tears flow fervently from the fountain of dearth and despair
As moments seem unstoppable amidst storms and turbulence
What's struck has already stricken
What's left is already fissured and fragmented
As contusions begin to appear
Not on the face but in the core
Deep within...
Still alive...
What's lost is unreturned
What's found is devoid and nothingness
Soaking in the canard of pretensions and ambidexterity
Fabricating a make-believe world of reality that seems so real
Untarnished and untempered by the tangibility of humans
Become the slaves to virtual existence despite reluctance and unwillingness.