Sad Labels:
catharsis
,
clarity
,
dark poetry
,
love
,
sad poems
,
sad poetry
,
weakness
the silence wears its rigor in delicate scabs and tender folds. the light of a dead star scouring the universe for a grave.
change paces softly in the corridors of our minds. while the past stomps its feet. a spoiled child in a terminal tantrum.
imaginary gods shuffle our lives. decks of cards dealt randomly. we play along. gambling that we'll be chosen to win.
stern in our epiphanies. we don't bother to measure how sharp each corner is.
memory breathes too shallow. but time can hold its breath for decades.
choice spoils too quickly. and our hunger overwhelms us.
we're only artifacts in someone else's grief. dangling threads under their skin.
the more we try to untangle them. the more knots that we create.
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