Irreplaceable
written by: refract reality
Cresting the familiar stairwell,
to disfamiliar emptiness; no
riant beacon of thrill, to
welcome this vessel home;
trails tracing trails of memories,
beneath shadowed, swollen
sunsets; dew-ladened lashes
disembogued, by lids in denial
clenched; idyllic flashes of fancy,
in the squeeze’s ensuing darkness;
desperately seeking delusions,
in reality’s unforgiving light;
too much time remains, of
not enough time remaining; too
little time for weeping, in his
heartbeat’s eternal pause
I'm simply a writer looking for the words to define myself, and hoping I'll never find them
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