How much pain
Fear and
Will it take?

How much self loathing
whispered curses
self deprecation
Will it take?

How many fine spring days
cool summer evenings
Autumn skies ablaze
Silent winter nights
Will pass unmarked?

To be alive you must breathe
To end the pain you must survive
Even if there is no release
You must believe that there will come a time
when all of this will be resolved

Only novels have an ending


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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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