I ache for the times before these
bloody gold compared
A damn shameful mess
in the way he chose
No reason enough his fight used up
bone dry
Knowing this idea of goodness
a magic shield against misery
to be a lie
Yet having nothing else to cling too
faith Did Not Save Jesus
Nor The Badseed &
ultimately this burns a hole
I cannot begin to heal
Time being at best a blow
to the head
my heart robbed raw
Bad taste in my mouth &
dead memories on my tongue
I love you still but am afraid of
gone forever - permanently
I do not trust my heart to
remember how it went &
everyone knows that
Sleep is forgetting.
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