Visage

Mortal bonds, the chains of flesh 
Shackle a weary spirit
To a crushing forlorn succession 
Of a failing in the means to find answers 
Any action, bound to be
A fruitless endeavor
Disquieted passerby
One gaze into a jaded pair of hollow eyes
As if viewing through a pair of stained windows
Of ornate painted glass
The visage, like the empty pews
Of a magnificent cathedral 
Of agonizing sorrow 
that which never ends 
Blunting the edge of indescretion
I will find no relief 
Ceaselessly lamenting 
dismally spiraling 
Into loathing lol self reflection
Catatonically stricken 
By the weight of calamity
Ironically symbolized
To illustrate a trend
Bending will, I broke it.
I chagrined in disbelief.
mortality, transcendence

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