Friday, November 23, 2018

Ending Dream


Darken alleys, hidden doorways
shut out the truth, while
eternal lies cast upon the wind of
every man, I found refuge
in negligence, riddles I could not
decipher and dreams that would 
not leave me,
muddled paradoxes,
haunting conspiracies, 
bereaved indictments,
and hollow disappointments
where hope became despair,
faith a dying compromise
made in the womb of innocence 
whilst the sinner lives within
an arbitrary will of unforgiveness. 

- John Hardesty 

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