Disconsolate Prizes


bereft of intention

the family crest, fallen

sunken, hollow, recessed


rejected, disavowed

a heavy breast will sink low, downhearted

ticking stops on color blue

tearful enervation in A minor

dejected apathy conspires two

a creeping melancholia of morose entrance

decant the cant of desolate upset

a most holy trinity split the nails

upon which this miserable gloom has lain

sad, unhappy, downcast

a dismal dwelling erected in black stone

recount the dispirited damage and swell

with a sigh, of these turns

for disconsolate prizes;

in a deep enough hole

there are no surprises.

image courtesy of Pinterest

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