Days after months after years after decades
No don’t tell me I know it’s been forever
The only explanation
Accusation
Accusations
Accuse? They say as if throwing grenades
A WAR!
Yes these shots to my chest
A lonely night of this forever
Heaving, with thoughts of whatsoever
Whatever
Whenever
Whomever
Whoever whichever...
YES!..........
This cardiac arrest
Pressed against this ?void? my palm
So desolate yet so complete
Speech of a firearm
Deafening as a fire alarm
I feel nothing
I feel everything
I hear nothing
I hear everything
My heart...........
Suffering
I let it.
I tried.
To stop it.
Mission died.
About the Creator
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