Furlongs Past Fatigued

Upon the ragged tundra, a million laps begin,

where hackneyed sins, force weight to future stakes,

embellishing their takes, commingling deception with fact

Chimney-black, the hearts oft dance

in charcoaled ignorance—where ignobility dines

upon the earliest defined, inhibitions unkempt

while hope tempts us to believe in our truths,

It only takes but a single proof—the smallest of reservations

to incite the darkest of desperations—our breath and blood disturbed

By filters unnerved— drained and strained but dirty still,

to the brims each were filled—but none the pretty things can stay

as only fractures remain—powerless, inert

Upon the ragged earth, a trillion strides hinge

where hackneyed sins, distort the future stakes

embellishing the penances man makes—in whole or asunder

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I thought I'd play around with forms.  Not sure if this is an actual form or not, but what I did was: 15 lines with a structured rhyme pattern

a b     d e    g h    j k    m b

b c     e f     h i     k l    b  c

c d     f g     i  j     l m   c  a

Last word links back to the first half of the first line in the first stanza

Anyhow thought I'd do something a bit different this week for Open Link Night.  Doors open up shortly, at 3pm.  So head on over to D'Verse for some amazing poetry, and while you're there, share a poem of your own.  Cheers