Tendentious.

Nowhere is now here, desolation; within
my adulterated honesty you took from me
that which you did not believe I still owned
in your break-neck speed habitually
freed into earthly delight in
the last shades of dim light
wild with sin, hiding a sparse
vapid wilderness within.

You firmly handle my grip
as milky droplets of ineptitude
drip.

Author's Note

This was written by Ben Lingemann.
Please do not plagiarize, All Rights Reserved.