Languish no more,
The sentiment is lost.
No more, I implore!
No more at any cost.
Death has come,
It has left,
Feeling so numb,
Of all else bereft.
Tyranny of living,
Madness of thought,
Not yet forgiving,
I tell you, I can not.
Pass rain season,
Pass by sweet fall,
My thoughts are treason,
Filled, the mind’s hall.
Lonesome thinking,
Caressing of the soul,
Here I sit linking,
All things to their role.
Semblance uncanny,
Many winters ago,
In a very dark alley,
Where I died of your blow.
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