do not mock or belittle yours--you'll ache beyond
what you can endure when you've lost it
before you can make any amends--when it's gone
and you'll find nothing--no one--to fill the space
in your heart that's left--when you'll lower your head
and mourn all the fallen of this brutal indifferent earth
or rage to your doom--destroying all around you--and yourself...
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.