If Yesterday Was Today, Tomorrow Would Be Thankfully Done Gone  & Over

 


What             has               become
             of     that thing called me   now that
              you
are gone,             my child, my daughter?

             All the love
       gone murderous   in death, your death, our death,
                 like no other death
              I destroy myOwn soCalled 'soul'
                     all night every night deep into the daylight's
                                                                             dawning and
                                              dark again like no other place
           me fckn brainmindspirit
                 has ever gone
                       before
whatever farce the force please  be come to finish this century's worth
of cardiac debacle.....end
                                       it
                     right here in my bloated stupid joyless
                        lone  oldman room where
         nothing has finally become bless'ed NoThing
insofar as this horror world, man-made, that you had to Leave

"for Once.......for All "                   The Pain       is too long
                                                                                 too high
                                                                                  too far
                                                                                  too deep -
Now seems way too late for something
as cheap as happiness............

good'bye, dear one.....good'bye Again



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