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The sad forever
I sit on the edge of the bed
staring through the end,
which she reminds me of.
She has wasted almost three years
of her life with me.
She reminds me of this
also.
My eyes are tired,
the world is meaningless.
I try and suffocate myself
against the pillow...
it is impossible.
The morning comes
like a clenched fist;
the doors are for slamming
against this futility.
I think of whiskey
and bar fights;
a means of escape.
But, the minutes continue
mocking me from the wall.
Reminding me how endless
it all seems:
This sad forever
which will not last long.
staring through the end,
which she reminds me of.
She has wasted almost three years
of her life with me.
She reminds me of this
also.
My eyes are tired,
the world is meaningless.
I try and suffocate myself
against the pillow...
it is impossible.
The morning comes
like a clenched fist;
the doors are for slamming
against this futility.
I think of whiskey
and bar fights;
a means of escape.
But, the minutes continue
mocking me from the wall.
Reminding me how endless
it all seems:
This sad forever
which will not last long.
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