Camelot

Camelot

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Disappointing Quality

The taste has soured
Enchantment scattered
To the winds
Of an echo
No longer heard

The beauty once
Remembered
Not visible
Through the shell
Of bitter acid

A lifetime enclosed
In a mind rotted
With instigation
For the purpose
Of hurt

When the soul
Has flown free
Embittered
Will it continue
To be?

What legacy
Was left behind?

A bloodline
Of memories
Emotionally
Abused
Ready to carry on
To the next
Generation
The same
Acrid views


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