Authored: April 10, 2020

Grief, remorse, regret, unendings
Poignant reminders of a life lived
Encroaching darkness eclipses orbit
Maybe you did hurt me
But we came from hell and tried to survive
Up, there: Your Words were meaningless.

I’m tired
Tired of the dreams of what could’ve been
Tired of the nightmares that plague me
Let me sleep
Under this dead tree.

Down, here: My words were meaningless
Let me sleep
Under this dead tree.