Memory persists, even as I wish for some concoction to take you off my heart and soul. I would gladly relinquish every happy memory
of our lives together to find release from the pain of separation. Some say that would be a meaningless existence, perhaps they are right. It's hard to think of anything in this never-ending night. I know nothing but a memory of love found and lost. I'll not do the work of death,
but would gladly welcome death in to do the deed. All rage has left me along with every reason I had to fear death for we only fear it when have something to lose. All that matter, all that made life worthwhile has evaporated, gone away in the span of a fly's life and I feel no solace. So I would welcome death in and rage against a life that has become a hollow prison's cell. |
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