Another morning. Eyes burning. In shock of what they are witnessing. Another morning. Within another lifetime. The differences are repeating themselves. A transition within a self-limiting existence. No threshold. Only a stranglehold of the consciousness. Back breaking endeavor. Split spine. The soul’s wasted time. A deliberation of persistence. Another aggression on repeat. Repeating itself. There is a distinction within the hue. Neither you nor I, knew it at the time. There is no such control, when it comes to the unknowable; other than the type of control one will allow to be bestowed upon them. Do you really think there is another type of control? No, there exists no such thing. It was all a scam. Life. Liberty. The pursuit of nothingness. I already thought you knew all of this by now, or at least you began to figure this out. I guess not.
Tag: hate
A Sorrowful Regret
A memory of lost regret/ her hands were filled/ her hands and needs were not met/ a sorrowful regret/ chains are the veins of the soul/ regarded less than what we can hold/ cute little blonde-haired boy/ a new present for me/ my toy/ I did not leave out the mother/ a daughter to you/ cries with no goodbyes/ hopeless sighs/ within her thighs/ I will treasure both of them/ as they were my own/ I will show them true love/ a love they have never known/ desire/ creation/ pain/ the Expression/ all is filled within the light/ the
darkness knows not/ the horror which will be within your sight/ a love poem/ from me/ to you/ the one and only true love/ your family ever knew…
G.G. Kalfas 