Lovely Lament Mends A Heart With Intent

How can I embrace such sepulchral lament

Deceitful transgressions crystallized to cement

Too many burdens have filled its ruinous space

Once filled with laughter, now a desolate maze

Like high tide rhapsodically bewitched by the magnetic lunar muse

Pulled in by his tragic satire affliction, exploiting various shades of the blues

Illogically curious, reveling in this cautionary portentous wonder

Transcendentally paralyzed by his ambivalent myriad of luster

Running around in circles, speculating on where the vacillating dead ends meet

Tired eyes and battered feet, but the relentless journey is too bittersweet

Shoes worn and heels torn, roaming on tainted glass,

Despite my manifesting avid nature, I am eternally destined to finish last.

Shrouded by this ashen, perishing ambience,

Haunted by the past, possessed by its penitence.

When does the meadow replenish its prismatic, florid complexion?

Balancing the universe in all of its perfection

I look to the stars in hopes of this sanguine transformation,

Absolving all past transgressions, passionately harmonizing in ardent revelation ...