Denial

Brackish emotions boil forth
in sinister puffs of opaque
gray smoke. Billowing over each
defiant memory that refuses
death. Honor is lost in a radical
overthrow by a 'grim reaper'
wananbe impersonator.
 
There is no saving this life.
 
Aged blue dreams wander aimlessly
searching for spring green
meadows to caress plump
seedlings. Half-hearted attempts
to sustain growth only die
in mid-dream.
 
No saving this life there.
 
Wrinkled promises, singed in birth,
crawl into death-bed holes.
Shovel fulls of lie-laced
soil is thrown over them
by smirking partial truths.
 
Saving no life.
 
Pride cultivated far reaching hopes
stretched too thin. Inadvertent
dreams of prowess overcompensated
and now...
 
No life.