The Ultimate
The figure nasty walking naked through
the streets of life no more sense
in than ever imprecise expectations would do not beyond;
furiously between the different exposed and abandoned
in the gutters senescent memory
than a day out a peaceful moment fades
and now it played on stones
and the decayed corpses of my abandonment,
fetid distorted image of my old dream,
faltering and advancing on the pier phantasmagoric
as I left was my single and ultimate support.
The drama approaches the expected to outcome
and suicide my only option becomes plausible and valid.
Expiry of expectations, frustrated and no more routes,
the light pours into the distance
and get lost among my misty verses.
The Ultimate...
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