Disquiet

Vacuous the persona begotten by life among the living.

Adrenaline’s bled dry in the melee incessant to survive.

Little blue bad-actors, you are now on stand-by.

                                        ~~~~~

Limping patterns of someone else’s swing and sway.

Suppressing wounds from missteps until the end of days.

Dragging bloodied feet as slowly, slowly the seasons turn

toward autumn’s venerable hour.

                                      ~~~~~

Queued up now to join the stoic cast of Marbletown.

Decked out in Sunday’s best, supine in a silken box

shaded for a final rest by wavering cherry blossoms,

clinging much like the despondent to a fading memory.

Falling, falling… now must join the fallen dead.

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