Ashen lines of unforgotten dejection
tight lines of nudging woe
to recall weeping echoes—
rebounding melancholy;
wailing heartache
replica slivers of shaken angst.

A standing hair—
erect with rejection.

A damp eye—
leaking pain.

A shuddering cough—
singing misery.

A sorrowful song—
unnoticed and masked;
still to the haughty man.

Symphonic sobs—
silenced shrieks;
mute to pompous immodesty.

Cracked death where listless life droplets pelted,
unbeknownst agony replacing snotty ignorance,

Too damned violated for life succession—
too far gone in a meaningless skirmish of living,
all there is to do is let them fall,
let them track their pasty glory,
allow them pallid passage.

~ A Sick and Sleepy Poet