unavailing.

a fever dream

perperuant

of fervid flight

unearthed.

enshrined.

thine ever-looming

unavailing

vortices

through time, though fragile

squander even death’s decay

in verses

of mine own aver

e’er wrought

on planes of sole implicit

disilluded

the hours arouse disillusion

bedraped

upon fraughted remorse

fretful meander

propels its pulse

onward

exacting a will

fit for none

with fury

unfurling

and blusterous breast

the “worst”

would conspire

amid chaos

so tireless

did prove

as a victor unwitting

then felled by a fire

resolute

present

as sorrow sows

its seed anew

I reap

its savage wander

again

a grievance

rends me

unaware

and spares me

not

its grave

to earth

afar from my grasp

was a wisdom

unsound

to have held all

and nothing

at once

and how

I would wince

as its tinsel unwound

wearing wounds

she has yet

to repent

son of a…

as the son
of a sadist

unsworn servitude
has withered my will

and left me
to brood

for sorrow is certain

through self-sabotage

existence
a sentence
of sordid mirage

worn

the endless hour
unravels

we writhe
under the moor

as earth arrives
unsung in reverie

fateless,
evermore

at once
the sun had risen

through sanity’s remorse

our faces
worn

amidst the arbors

lost
within god’s door