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epitaphs of discontent

we wear our coats of like.
dust off our eager shoes -
step into the arena of ego.
impatiently aware of how we look in the mirror of our suppose.

with disregard for others want,
we impose our need-to-be.
consideration -
program from the pageant of youth -
crumpled,
thrown out the window.


how quickly we become -
undone;
companion to indifference.
no compromise.
no regret.
determined to win the race -
regardless the casualties.


and even now -
with sunset inviting darkness,
we light one more candle.
no time for rest.
insatiable -
our appetite for admiration.


just one more round of applause.
one more like -
clicked on sad page of immaterial.
and recklessly -
with impetuous abandon -
we (without knowing) write epitaphs of discontent -
chiseled in stone (alone).


our un-intention -
our demise.
and from this dreamless sleep,
no waking...
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About boyfrommville

bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?

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