Restless Consumption

My actions deceive the plausable: mourning that vacates the soul; to deception.
Turmoil tides true visions within: my kindred emotion.
Forgiving what knocks on my anger: leads to quarrying lude disruptions.
Tending for curious lost ponderers: smites the pain to fade to gray; matter.
Only to reappear.
Fists pound at the disarming exhaustion: within.
Peace is no longer in town.
Confusion and ignorance reside in my: territory.
Rest, mongers. For playing tedious: mind games is time consuming.
Delving into sorrow can ban the: soul forever.