tried my best but there's no reaching you

what to you is murky to me is clear

all you wanted you'll lose when you're through

but what you'll always need you'll find here

*

gray mornings of slab-like clouds-

a woozy clash of gray matter

tumbling inside the head that needs it

how appropriate to a kiss-off

a fond 'fuck you' into the bargain

but why should I care

now that the rains have finally stopped

and my future still looks

like the darkest part of the cave

*

so what you wanted you didn't get--

*

serve you right to suffer says the old song

you'll get used to the loss

and call it your life

*

we'll see what shall be--and what will happen to what--

the rise keep on ascending until it levels to fall--

in the same way you sought a piece of yourself but

failed because you did not recognize your way at all

*

a man with nothing to say

deserves to be forever addressing those who cannot hear

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