Mourn...The tears have not arrived,
But, the meds are drying me up.
Cry...One tear and a clogged nose.
I can't get a teardrop enough
To suffocate, hyperventilate,
Seize and eventually kill me.
I want to wail but I can't.
The blues are kicking in.
Just about the right time,
My kidney infection is unbearable.
My evenings's sorrow,
in bed crouched over to let him feel
The juice of my remaining pain,
That I've never been hugged back.
My soul grieves.
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| JUST FOR FUN, Mister Wendel moons. LOL! THIS BLOG IS JUST WAY TOO MORBID |
