yesterday,
Realizations upon
revelations leading the
happy-go-lucky
way,
What a great fucking
day,
Stomach churning,
pounding heart yearning,
Burning through what it
seeks to hide,
Taken for another ride,
relegated to the
side,
Just there, simply stand,
tolerated,
Reaching that hand,
obliterated,
Brushed aside, collecting
dust... Delegated,
Segregated from that
strength of heart,
It falls apart in every
sense of the word,
Regardless what's said,
no matter what's heard,
Is that absurd?
Help! It cries, piercing
through, it tries,
Reaching out, yearning, heart
aching, it dies...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
11/6/2012
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