Monday, 4 July 2016
Why did you do this?
I'm sure I find no reason
Other than the decrepit descent of your thoughts..
Or was it love presenting a new welcome
On the carcass of my soul?
Whatever it was-it hurts-
The pain boils
The eyes swollen
The mind unrest
And there you probably sleep in her arms
While I loom at our lost future and the sleeping innocent kids!