I had sabotaged life’s fatal essence
cornering sorrow and disregarding hope
in a bleak season of hellish contours
inhaled suffering with an eclipse of glee.
The well lived cracks of this flaking mask
I see the jarred frown of man’s true kingdom,
with every moment I embraced the ebb from hell
on roads that lead to openings of cloud.
From this acute state of this mild madness
I pass congealed streams of inner darkness,
salvaging hope from wires of disenchantment
to a kindred path of unbalanced wisdoms.
ALL POEMS BY MJ DUGGAN.
