Sanctioned beyond any imagining, clinging to particles of
hope, pretending to live on.
Heartless stories of destiny prepared as eulogies for
distant renderings, spoken in whispered breaths, afraid to
be heard.
Petals of life fluttering unnoticed onto future graves,
taken lightly, looked at momentarily, never considered
again in present lifetimes.
So unhappily, sent to farthest reaches of hell, unnoticed,
uncontained sadness spelling the fate of adult hood,
sustained by tears.
Salted, unable to nourish or grow, wilted daily, falling
onto beds of roses, brown with age, broken, lying on empty
desert floors.
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