A Love for Surreal Despondence

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Lying, wandering, or somewhere in between,

confronting the angst, demons knifing unseen 

when a breeze, a welcome change arises

tussling to prise peace from under the 

Vanilla sky horizon

Lost in waning glance, admiring the ineffable sheen

of the river providing bastion as gazers dream,

somehow involved, a part of inaudible cries 

from a past reality, tangible yet unyielding

to persistent chancy tasks

Simple thoughts drop into the mind so clean,

how cliché to ask - what does it all mean?

Our rampart is nature, our resilience internal,

under a tree strives a form of belittled youth, 

Unfalteringly brazen

Scattered is our time, unaltered is our gleam,

insatiable fidelity, raw euphoria bursts at the seams

yet a needless squander of time has left us here 

to find solace in another, unattainable as a

lifting of society’s mask

Dreamy converse, easily lost, even the stars 

one day will disperse. Love for this life will drop like lead

as the inferiority of the material rears its ugly head.

Forced to reconcile the finiteness with a thought

‘can anything be perfect if it must end?’

Desperation, perspiration have been seen together 

so goodbye for now, find comfort in the weather

for the night is darkest just before the dawn, so into 

darkness we wander, this beautiful exoneration

shall never be squandered.