Stringent Dour
'i don't see it'
there were junctures
a tribulation of my relic
reprobate of repudiative happiness
i called out - vociferate
'everything happen'
to free from encumbrances
incessant from verisimilitude
i never came to what it should be
and everything was - a hodgepodge
'crazy that's so crazy'
my hopes were acrimonious
a rummage into disarray
it was a labyrinth of subterfuge
and it was - they expunge
'nothing is clear'
they abscond by inch
the inebriation of my tears
efficaciously deteriorating
languish and dwindled through
...a diletante?
'a 'taciturnly connoisseur'
poem by Marx Lenn Mendoza
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