BROWN OUT

Is it not wrong to have and hold
Something long and old
From days and nights of cold
Dark and darkened, damp
Sapping every ounce of Happiness
I once had?

No.

For when one laments
Of loneliness --
And sadness tries to
Wrest what I once thought
Unbreakable,
Is the lamenter being selfish
To torment me
Without the knowledge
Herein and thereof?

I can barely keep
Pushing and hugging
Myself together
Too! Only to see my love
In drunken sadness
Torturing herself

And me, anew.

She said she would not
So I guess it’s OK

for both of us
to be unconscious.