Crashed, Smashed, Unabashed

Insights from "Inside"

the world


in nauseating circumvolution

immolates upon impact

with sun’s burning luminosity

there is gnashing of teeth

upon swords unsheathed

buried to the hilt

in the exenterated entrails

of forsaken veracity

under the indigo glow

of moonbeams’ gleam

hope fogs the glasses

of those not yet

utterly disillusioned


through the cracked lenses

of potent possibilities

spills drops of rainbowed


rebounding from shattering

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Author: oldepunk

Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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