a mediocre sorrow
nags and eats away
at the entrails of my ravaged soul,
endlessly meanders
through the marrow of my bones,
&
lets itself out
in an accusing sigh
of boredom and ennui..
a long unfelt rage
gnaws away like mice,
at the remaining fragments
of the last
embers of my faithless trust,
and withdraws sullenly
in a dull and melencholy
resemblence
of resentment and guilt.
------milind
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