Mockery induced recoil and the silent storm of sequential insecurities.
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The soul too distant to hear the verve beat of another's heart.
Close enough to be influenced by the reverberation of libelous contempt.
Tomorrow's rain cannot wash away the pain of what was whispered to strangers,
Especially what was left unspoken?
Seized deep in the lagoon gathered from yesterday's calamitous torrent.
Tears that burn not from brackish run yet from the constant flow of loss.
Is sorrow redundant that which refuses to diminish?
Is it superfluous to mourn the casualty of what thought vanished?
Yet in truth never was?
Contemptuous ridicule of one's own heart is karmic fuel
For destiny's cruel twist on what was previously scribed.
Passing of time knows no conclusion, no consolation for the death of spirit.