Love's Ashes
Abandonment, the isolation in itself is some kind of monster
A mangled mind and confusion knocks one to it's knees
The fine threadwork weaved through time is torn to pieces
And just like the heart, is ripped asunder
Love's false securities imbed the soul, hesitating to leave
Vague traces of phrases and faces halt and assault
Like silhouette's in each other's shadow,
Those sunken bright eyes unseeing and all knowing
Dissolving all that was built with an acid smile
The decline of hope suggesting nothing but persistence
Groundlessness, the only feeling, listens
Expectance of permanence in truth is delusion
Solidified by misconception and wishful thinking
And in turning about, one leaves all of love's ashes behind
~ S. Fisher
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