When while watching a sunset,
a sound occurs nearby breaking solace.
While listening to a favorite melody,
a thought prevents the finishing touches.
Capture the silence in an ominous
emotional travesty of the human condition.
We all live within a step beyond the horizon,
tonight the simplicity of reveal
seems far too close to an imagination
fighting to prevent a suicide.
When last we talked, all the right words,
the conversation centered upon the callous.
Certainly easier to pummel the mind
with a daunting force of evil betrayal,
rather than the reality of pain
being something only temporary.
A term easily drawn upon historical reference,
though present in the mind of the foresaken.
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