Reckless Love

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Reckless love, that once was;

A figment of imagination, bucketfuls

Of excitement and thrill, dwindled

In the ocean of my mind.

Reckless love, that lost itself;

A foreboding thought, starting

The extinguishment of my fire, now

Limiting itself to smoke.

Reckless love, that need for more;

A fictitious tale of suspense, trails

My lamentful skull, irrationally

Blending into the blinding light.

Reckless love, that future untold;

A deadly dance with my subconscious,

That attacks me at every turn.

“What is bound to become of life?”

My reckless philosopher asks, but nought

Does he traverse through realistic plains;

A sign of grief, forevermore.

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