Thursday, July 14, 2022

3964 : The dirge

I was recently told that I am very Zen.

And hell, of course, I am not.

I lament, not being able to smoke when I want to.

I lament, the slow steady passing away of mom.

I lament, the slow steady fading of love.

I lament, the hours that I did not spend in silence.

I lament, the nights that I did not spend writing.

I lament, the lack of a decent conversation in months.

I lament, not being able to sing.

I lament, that long before the world ends, I will be gone.

I lament, that I only lament but do nothing else.

I lament, that there is memory, but there is no you.

Today, even hell is freezing over. 

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