A Tragic Cycle
Hearts succumb to tragedies, lead by pseudo eternities
Reaching out once more, in futility
For a spoken hope, that is void of action
Watching success bloom, breeding envy toward a friend
The cycle is harsh, every new beginning enticing an old end.
True to become emotionless, could be a choice
Not for the loveless though, who crave an affordance that was never had
Engagements of shallowness, reaching the depths of another
Regret drowns, responsibility taken for oneself
Assigning blame to the deserving, taboo in an era of moving on.
Memories fade away, even as a fondness is sowed through time's progression
Thinking of what could be, if remains were to be salvaged
Seeing the change of a status, as a diminishment of self-worth
Mourning a being that breathes, discarding sentiments that were cherished
The pain is temporary it is said, even when it feels like a promised eternity.
Walls built, an attempt at fortification
Doors never considered, rationality often a foe to impulsivity
Desperation soon becomes a chisel, to loneliness's hammer
Through each crack made, subterfuge seduces confidence
Efforts made to protect, crushed by a need to believe.
Life and lessons learned, the common reasoning quoted
The world is not for the sensitive, be attentive to its affairs
Cry pales until a well is filled that consumes height
Humanity has become cold, or maybe it is just a cynic's eye
Touch a corpse to feel alive, ironic how warmth oozes then.
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