Disarrayed Thoughts; a Catharsis.

Roll the
Die fighting
For life
For a lifetime,

As irony wrecks
Preconstructed
Faith in
Destiny.

Inked arms
Opening doors
To reminders
From the past-

Disgorging remnants
Of damaged memories
That always last.
Discombobulation

Is then
Sought after;
Incinerating fires to
Doom all the laughter.

But to spill afar
The ink
Of hope
On scars

Never goes in vain.
Conversations fail,
And dialect cannot outdo.
‘Cause expression hails.