Poetry Experiment: Ugly Memories



Desolation is a forbidden muse,

tangled within fate’s grasp,

trying to lure another victim

into the point of no return.

Inspect the broken boundaries,

carry forth the decay and rust,

years have melted downwards,

turning to ashes and dust.

Don’t the the illusions fool you,

perfection was never the intent,

beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

detaining the twisted ugliness.

Don’t forget the broken ones,

with shifted foundations,

listen closely, heed their advice,

and you just may get out alive.


C.A. Gallinger







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