Tell me why it always seems
Hope remains just a dream:
all he held in high esteem
refused quietly to be redeemed.
There is no need for alarm
he never held her in his arms;
in the end all of her charms
did him very little harm.
His mind’s ceaseless clatter
left him bruised and battered;
knowing nothing mattered,
he spent his days in sordid matters.
All the things he once ignored
became the things he abhorred;
while all he truly once adored
became such a bloody bore.
(October 9, 2014)
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