sad days are always like this
today we buried our Queen
my birthday is always the same
when I am drowning in sorrow in my bed
only sleep seems substantial
ample to scare the monsters away from me
to dispel this cloud of insufferable insufficiency
into the finest specks
and collect them strong enough
to carry on with this life
even if the constant phrase:
“I don’t want to”
comes to the surface
every single day
what am I supposed to do with it?
I’ll arrange it so
in the verse
to reverse
the meaning and matter of things
same as I have been doing
for bloody decades
even if no one can bear this
testimony to the truth
but me
*
September 2022
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