Scat Colored Walls
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The septic stench of desolation;
has followed me into a quagmire
of depression and self-loathing.
And scat-colored walls weep neglect,
upon my fragmented soul.
Like a jigsaw puzzle
missing a few crucial pieces;
my life feels incomplete, jumbled up,
and fallen into decay.
Shadows occupy the empty spaces
where my naive heart harbored
dying dreams and shattered truths;
addicted to the opiate of hope.
And like a tattered quilt of guilt,
my fate is stitched together by a needle;
threaded with tears, fears, doubts, and regrets.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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