This moment isn’t worth
The wistfulness it brings
So alone at this juncture
Trudging among skeletons
From the intolerant earth
The machinery mutated
Beyond all recognition
In a space betwixt realities
Who will tend to our tombstones
Never acknowledge the damage
Someone who grossly overstates
Their own worth has caused
A view you paid dearly for
The catharsis of melancholy sadness
September 10, 2016
From “A Moment” by Anonymous
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