TauntedA Poem by Dream WeaverBlood shot eyes, dark distant and disillusioned. serrated strips of aching flesh where his heart once beating, now silenced by insidious mirth. Taunted by beauties plasticized arrogance, he lay hidden in loneliness obscured and rejected. His confidence shaken, his desire dilapidated he ponders deep thoughts of everlasting doubt. Exquisiteness avoids him, pestilence leading to post-mortem, how much more shall I endure. The love of a beautiful woman he beseeches, will in no way be a staple in this poignant life. Providence summons vague sacraments of hopeful optimisms, surly to be pulverized by beauties plasticized arrogance unaccompanied and dismissed, he departs this life alone…
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