Thursday, November 8, 2012

after the raging at the ceiling

the pounding on walls

and the vitriol of anguish

there came the puddle

of remorse

on the floor

teary eyes

and broken teeth

and a fist unable to clinch

in stasis

oh yes it's always

too much to handle

you always get more than

you can bear when it's time

for you to pass...that is how

death comes for you

when your chances are none

and your luck has run out

that is how you

finally realize at last

under the blank ceiling

that you are done...

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