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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