Everything’s dying and I hurt (a poem)

A play [sic] on an old joke about aging…

Is it worse
to have a choice
or not?

On one side
the feeling that I could have done something—
anything

On the other side, well…
there was really nothing
I could have done

It would have turned out the same

Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder
it rends it incapacitated
and prone to fracture

I can already feel the cracks forming

(25 November 2018)


I have books available. Links to more information here. 

Or, if you like, you can use PayPal to donate a buck (or whatever amount you’d like) to help support my efforts by clicking on the button below:

Donate with PayPal