And that’s called anti-climax.
Crepuscular Old Man, 1917 – Salvador Dali
Once Sorrow met Temper
And befriended Tears.
Together, masquerading a deception of untold pasts and partial pursuits,
They smudged a canvas of unravelling emotions.
A smattering of diabolical greys washed off by dismal blues and warring reds.
An image donning deceitful screams and feral glares born from resigning woes,
Painted a smeared vignette of silent resentments mottled with insidious reprisals.
Relinquished, lay the palette of blanched covenants and sullying deeds.
Bordered by a belligerent mosaic of gilded splinters from a reckless life-wreck,
Framed, the stained portrait, now lay ironically harmonized on a lonely life’s aging deck.