I have been
so alone
so alone
that I have
chewed
chewed
the entire rind,
slowly tipped
my very last
bottle, I was
never warm
enough
my very last
bottle, I was
never warm
enough
for you, death
by 1000 strokes
of my pencil, a
nameless
by 1000 strokes
of my pencil, a
nameless
soundtrack
filling
filling
hours that
I will never
get back
Your inimitable ability fur the merest of words to carry the full freight of a life intensely lived....
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to read this again. I recall it from a few weeks ago on another platform. It hit hard them, as it does today.
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