Parallel Pasts
By Ranyart
Lost, confused, enraged with pain...the tortuous influx burning into a
sacred place... to me alone known by name as nostalgic lamentation.
​The past grips and terrifies my enlightened darkness...I die with
unceremonious charade at the prism of colorful emotions associated with
a crippling past.
​She won't let go...my purchase is compromised and the tenderness
subsides to inimical paroxysm.
​Trapped in an ignominious indignation... no longer self induced.
Labyrinthine dysfunction...depurate, crystalline, and unveiled.
and released in woeful pangs of loneliness...we are separated and bound
only in abyss.
​Weeping in the tide...tears in rain.
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