Glazed Veils
Glazed veils,
overflow;
crack, with surging chills.
Briny despair,
on the verge of eruption,
trickles,
bursts,
dissolves me completely.
Struggling through
riots,
of spiralling sorrow,
dispiriting darkness,
consuming entirely.
Hope’s faint star,
burnt out
and bound,
comforting moonlight,
blinkered to black.
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