Deep
Hatred Love
It’s not
impossible, just more difficult
The
immediacy always sought
Wrenching
broken heart and the scream getting it out
For pain
will be proportional to the happy fate
That
slicing knife of loss called grief
Stabbing
your heart and shredding your soul, no relief
Unrelenting
remembering until the anguish squeeze to the end of intense
Until
wrung out alone and sobbing without pretense
No
emotions left, only surreal movement
No desire
to recover to normal and relevant
Declaration
to shift to another way of life
For
there’s no justification but only guilt for still living after the strife
Hammering
at my bedrock beyond which is the suicide duct
Diamond
hard, banging mind and beaten child
My
punishment to get out the grief and hate on chilled
There’s
nothing pretty, only functional and essential, grief must be killed
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