The Faux Nihilist's Girl-Chylde Dies After 31 years

 
 
As the awkward condolences  
                      fade,  
& no-thing remains except shells, broken  
                       shells,  
shells of memory, shells of remorse, regret,  
                         shells  
more hollow than the hollowest hole,  
                          A life-time,  
a bloody lifetime has blown away right before  
                           one's eyes.  
A life-time from beginning to end.  
 
Shells, shells, shattered shells, dead shells,  
                            shells  
of I should have.....shells of why didn't i ?  
                            shells  
of the World gone to hell. No, it couldn't be,  
                          Can't be.  
goddamn the damn god that took you away.  
                            
                        So, now i'm  
supposed to kneel and thank god for His mercies?  
                        Now say  
"She's in a Better Place", "She's with the Angels"  
                         Jesus christ !  
what crap we hold in our hearts & blithering  
                           heads  
 
Roll out the aphorisms....Tune up the cliches.  
                           then  
the awkward words of condolence will drift off  
                           to the  
next hospital, hospice, care home, death bed  
                           ash oven,  
graveyard.                    That's how much I'll never  
                     be able to stop  
                 missing you, dear chylde.........  
 
Now, off be  to the Council of Grievances to see  
         how much better 'good grief' can be when
              worked on rghtly
                            
                       .....resolution  
                                    
                                   closure !  
 
             .......... and, 'Be Good To Your-Self......  
 
 
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