Maelstrom Within
Mirror shards refracting
Slivers of my conscience
In tatters, shreds and fetters
Fragments of complacence
Warped and twisted
Battered, torn
mockeries of meaning
scattered and forlorn
remnants but of being
Sentiments adrift
Dazed, dazzled, derelict
Counterfeit emotions
Diffuse and undirected
Nothing left, and naught remains
Of naïve plans and future dreams
elsewhere as the place to be
purpose was what's now but scree
Phoney, bogus sympathy
Congregates to cant,
dissemble, feign, pretend
ridicule's not scant
Delusional cognition
in moribund existence
Phobias galore
my private purgatory
Anywhere, but right here, the only place to be
What purpose once was is now but scree
Nothing left, and naught remains
of naïve plans and future dreams
Irreverent, indifferent, irrelevant
Horror's hapless heist
Mirror shards refracting
Slivers of my conscience
In tatters, shreds and fetters
Fragments of complacence
Warped and twisted
Battered, torn
mockeries of meaning
scattered and forlorn
remnants but of being
Sentiments adrift
Dazed, dazzled, derelict
Counterfeit emotions
Diffuse and undirected
Phoney, bogus sympathy
Congregates to cant,
dissemble, feign, pretend
ridicule's not scant
Nothing left, and naught remains
Of naïve plans and future dreams
elsewhere as the place to be
purpose was what's now but scree
Slivers of my conscience
In tatters, shreds and fetters
Fragments of complacence
Warped and twisted
Battered, torn
mockeries of meaning
scattered and forlorn
remnants but of being
Sentiments adrift
Dazed, dazzled, derelict
Counterfeit emotions
Diffuse and undirected
Nothing left, and naught remains
Of naïve plans and future dreams
elsewhere as the place to be
purpose was what's now but scree
Phoney, bogus sympathy
Congregates to cant,
dissemble, feign, pretend
ridicule's not scant
Delusional cognition
in moribund existence
Phobias galore
my private purgatory
Anywhere, but right here, the only place to be
What purpose once was is now but scree
Nothing left, and naught remains
of naïve plans and future dreams
Irreverent, indifferent, irrelevant
Horror's hapless heist
Mirror shards refracting
Slivers of my conscience
In tatters, shreds and fetters
Fragments of complacence
Warped and twisted
Battered, torn
mockeries of meaning
scattered and forlorn
remnants but of being
Sentiments adrift
Dazed, dazzled, derelict
Counterfeit emotions
Diffuse and undirected
Phoney, bogus sympathy
Congregates to cant,
dissemble, feign, pretend
ridicule's not scant
Nothing left, and naught remains
Of naïve plans and future dreams
elsewhere as the place to be
purpose was what's now but scree
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Writer(s): Frederick Hibbert
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