There is nothing whole, only pieces
Life, love, hatred, and fear all we have at the end of the day are elements.
From light to dark to gray to white, like a whole kaleidoscope of emotion, just elements.
Like a cacophony of noise in your soul, fragmentation of mind and psyche, just elements you walk through.
Like a mist of the damned that swirls you, the element of fear will control you.....you thought you were the educated kind.
No words, no thoughts, not even a coherent thought, elements of you...not even wanting
Elements of you, of me, ashes
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
These memories are as corrosive as rust.
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Essence of Living
PoetryA collection of poetry, that comes from nothing, and most likely will return to nothing.
