Ungrammatical Fragments

Feelings of remorse coming like the cold wind in the dark autumn days of our persistence.

People exercising futile carry-ons to come to meaningless conclusion of their existence.

Yellow mellow sunlit days come to save them, selling off the weight of their burdened actions.

Some travel moonlit roads afraid they will lose traction.

Two swans forming hearts, lovers moving on, social acceptance and contempt. Green grass growing, blowing in the winds of change, an old man lying frail and brittle looking back.

Feels like a rainy day is drawing near as the heavens sheds its tears. Droplets form on the window, the sill is cold and bare a man cries, salty rain shrivels purposelessness as the wind howls why.

For it is worth echoes across the barren land, the rain comes pouring down. The sky, a shade of gray open wound bleeding, saturated shame.

Sweet salty leather upon your lips as they scream in fear while the rollercoaster of your life crashes into the deeper darkness of your mind.

Exercising the fundamental right to exhibit the flaws of my constricting reality.

The cold wild wind creates whirlpools in the blood of the bleeding heart while fragmented souls tries to grasp the fundamentals of their tattered conception of reality.

Fools clasping at non-existant hilts buried deep while children play in their backyards, loitering in soft green grass, red coloured crayons drawing patterns in the street.

Virtual innocence crumpling, withering ashes while the just takes a hold of the pious hearts of old. Fundamentals of being thrown away replaced by torrents of lies and deceit flowing slowly through the minds of gullible sheep grazing.