poems of ;;2019 - pt. 1

April 22nd

day of truth
will everyone
come, well, no
of course they won't
care not for you
now tells the void
wait yourself
to starving

day of parting
parting ways
once again
for many days
but one last hug
a word of truth
out the door
they go, are gone

so now you're hurt
acceptable
for words of truth
are rarely mild
bath yourself
in your own tears
with balsam sooth
those burning eyes