A Bitter End

October 30, 2011
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I’m drowning in my toxic tears,
A sea of hurt and piercing fears.
Molten lava never saw such pain
As it pours on me in choking rain.
This noose I pull around my soul
Is only tightened by the fool,
For thought, sweet thought, is the enemy
Of my inner self’s insanity.
Dare I shout for a hand to grab?
Dare not they write me on the old Stone Slab…
For gentle words could not be the friend
Of this old man in his bitter end.





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