Archive for March 2, 2017


tattered scrolls …

​Tattered scrolls lie lifeless,

beneath a wreath of memories.


Torn fragments of spirits departed,

litter the moments in between.


Fractured hopes,

crushed desires,


swatted away like annoying murmurs.


They return to whisper,

an endearing lie.


That buds of passion,

bloom,

to forever die.



what are these words, this ink on parchment, scribbled odes to love and to loss,


beseeching the fates, the rolling of the years, imploring them to be gentle,


yes, what are these words strewn across flimsy paper,


wrenching souls laid bare, offering comfort only in knowing that we shall never, ever cease, to dare to care …

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