by MESGANA
2016 has been rough—
too tough to deal with the pain
when all you gain are lives,
lives full of resentment,
because it didn’t plan the way you wanted.
So you’re left distraught
leading and following your heart,
that same heart who told you so,
the one you didn’t follow.
You’re left diminished,
destructing someone’s sympathy.
I see the casket, knowing the one
who wanted you to change.
Change isn’t in your mind.
I’m hurt, she’s too, but the victims…
I salute you.
Time’s up.
Albany, R.C., and Diane.
I feel as though you wouldn’t know how to deal,
but these tarnished and broken pieces can’t be fixed.
If only there was a quick solution for leaving the absent.
The absence is not that thriving so if you can hear me…
The presence is what I’m asking for,
not the absence of life.
So hear me loud and clear.
Give me more time to hear the wounded—
only if they knew, they wouldn’t.
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