vigorously
did I curse God
and die yet
one more time
weeped my last tears
over the un-redoable past
muttered the final
verdict on those
who screwed me...
I mean how many loose ends
can I tie up?
how many times can I drain
the pus and cleanse the wound?
for the love of all
that's allegedly holy
how much closure do I need?
I'm empty as a beer bottle
after a barbeque and there's no more
I can seal shut and await
some venial judgment
you want to suffer?
you go right ahead
I've exhausted my capacity
and am happy to go howling into the night...
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