In Shards

Return this mundane imprint of dismal.
Bequeaths an anguish thus to disregard.
Renders my feeble essence abysmal.
And preserves thy vitality then charred.

Ravage heed in which existence trembles.
Yet in lethargy, incentive vacates.
Arouse common apathy resembles.
Then in perpetuum, never placates.

Lingers this vexatious disposition
Never halt that which irks their atmosphere.
Ceaseless strife for amity's ambition.
Still plagues this pursuit of passion sincere.

This being clenched secure on crippled glass.
Mangled, these shards covet to far surpass.