Friction Of The Fraught

Dance in dark
Delight in days
Revel in reality slipping slowly to the gray.
Inky black comfort dripping into haze.

Distraught in denial
Damaged in disdain
Remembered reason trembling in shadows to the grave.
Nervous the edge of sanity sinking slowly below the brave.

Cringe in quiet
Crumble in cacophony
Bask in benign indifference to the coming of the fray.
Shape the broken mold into which is squeezed the clay.

Form in function
Friction in fruition
Extrapolate from nothing what is real of what is fake.
Drive doom through the heart wooden to the stake.

Damaged and destroyed, disturbed and distraught, this is the friction of the fraught.

Reviews

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

Very powerful!

[realmwriter]

Thank You so much.