Succeed
Betwixt the shadowed spectacles
Your incandescent, blue eyes
Grant me the luster
That has eluded, but the faintest senses
What displeasure! I needst pace
front-to-back within the conspicuous array
of blinded;
The black, daft, and deceived
I warranted the all-encompassing relief
A blood-sodden sigh
No tear shall bring me to such euphoric high
"Take relish", he departed in nonchalance
that resonated, but had yet to impede
The fragile, flailing, inner seeds,
Of lust and pitfalls unspoken,
Tend this tender spirit who laments in need
Who discards me with the sole will to succeed*
*in his name is implied.
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