Split Poem by Cole Severns

Futility.
The negotiations between future and past have reached stalemate.
No hope of reconciliation.

Purpose is lost.
Attempted meaning constructed with useless emotion.
From the bowels of self-loathing and heartbreak.
Drawn and quartered. From the fabrications of nonsense.
Under the guise of virtue.

Self-serving undertakings of a frivolous nature.
Deconstructed by the weight of irrelevance.
Deaf and blind persistence.
Fueling the despair of once inspired intentions.