They went to the wake
I stayed to forsake
my waning humanity lest I relapse,
if forced to partake
bravado will break
releasing the sorrow that clogs each synapse.
I long to relate
but fail to create
a permanent pathway through which to commune
and sadly I’ll wait
until it’s too late
my own wake attended by none but the moon.
Are You Reading Me?
Each time I come here, I'm never disappointed. I'm glad you write.
ReplyDeleteWell that makes one of us ;)
ReplyDeleteCorrection: That makes two of us! ;)
ReplyDeleteLet's make it three! ;)
ReplyDeleteI was just kidding (for the most part) but thanks a lot you guys! :D
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