
Provoking a failure, this life is a waste
In endless procedures so uselessly chased
Time ticks on slowly as all drifts away
You can't steal my heartbeats, if I die today
Impressions of madness, you think I'm insane
Out-casted, abandoned, existence in vain
Prolific convictions that torture my soul
Strangled with disorders as life takes its toll
Moments collected and vaguely defined
Will to move forward withdrawn from my mind
I've stepped back; staring at lines that I've crossed
We're not together, so it's just my loss
Frantic conceptions that strain every face
Caught in a spiral from love that's erased
Perfecting fragments as edges defile
Addicted to yearning as love is on trial
Movements stray backwards, progress in decline
Abundance of ideas that can't be combined
To form flawless planning of tension's caress
And elude the failure that causes distress
So, back to existence; the fraud of our lives
Where noble and devious don't live; they survive
And constant debasement decides who I am
But darling, you know that I don't give a damn

granny













Kj
I don't do these by syllable count but I checked the count to make sure and they seem fine. Perhaps, when you read it, you stumbled on 'together'? I tend to do that myself - but thanks
Kj
that said the flow here was natural and easy. a good poem.



























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