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Flight Of No Return

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I’m sick and tired of feeling sad,
Find random meds that can be had
To get rid of this sordid pain,
To end feeling it like this again.

Maybe cut veins and watch them bleed,
Though would one pain make the other recede?
Why does a face still hold power in me:
Undying love abating futility?

I’ve no need to look on life and smile
It long since had ceased to beguile.
It’s not even passion that boasts a loss –
It’s intimacy, hanging from some cross.
After an age-old, bitter longing for it,
To have it shredded bit by bit.

Shame and embarrassment soon follow
And form such bitter cum to swallow.
It makes me sick.

And covid is scary!
Being more alone makes me more than wary!

I have nothing left, not even my pride;
It seems to have gone for a long ride:
A flight, into another galaxy of stars,
With all of love, hope and their bars.

Fresh out of relationships, I burn;
And no longer wait for their return.

Cenotaph

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And now, how they all do laugh:
Green-eyed ones who envied me,
When we three played together –
Now, how they revel in glee!

I was secure to not change
Aspects of identity –
That now seem so very strange,
Since I’ve lost serenity.

I wander lost, through each day,
And family worries, too;
But I just can’t put away
The old rules that seem so true.

So, spectators watching laugh.
In a baffled mind, comes shame.
They’ll warn on some cenotaph:
Dreamers like him fail the game.

Pillow Talk

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You took away my good night kiss:
What I cherished just before sleep.
You took away what I’ll always miss:
A love that I failed to keep.

You left. You left. You left
And you broke my heart in two,
You even forsook the pillow
That was always used by you.

“It won’t be broken in two now,
It won’t be bent by me…”
And, by saying that, my darling love,
You destroyed it all wilfully.

What was mine was yours:
My heart, my life, my family, my home;
All those who loved me loved you;
Because of what I am and been;
And no matter how far and wide you roam,
You won’t ever see what you have seen.

I can’t hate you and that you truly know!
I have loved and in me that doesn’t alter.
You say you have known hurt, but it isn’t so ;
For, in life, now or late, you will falter,
And realise all that we meant to you –
Down to this pillow you could break in two.