the pain of satisfaction
is from under the covers of conclusions made.
it has the same symptoms of perfection’s search
or of happiness as a chase.
it is only a matter of time
until the mentoring of satisfaction becomes a chore,
the tedium of fading images poses as rewards,
feelings are as complete but in passing.
the mindsets settled
as borderline boring approaches.
the audience of self is seemingly restless
yet unstated as such.
the shelf-life of satisfaction starts to be a murmur
a background stir
that eventually roar into a melodies hum
as if it is into a long drawn drone.
the lavish of hot
is lead into a simmer
then an eventual into a cool as coal.
if there was a lavish fountaining into a pool
well, those luscious rings are fading
into the deep pan
of a dry river bed that lingers at yawning.
satisfaction passes by as memories on billboards,
as listlessness has wandering views as occupancy.
oh the unforgettable lingering-pangs,
residing in the haunts of post-satisfaction.
for the pain to stifle the ever-search
is to abide in the false comforts
of seeming satisfaction . . .
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