sometimes life is so unfuckingfair
it gets hard to even fucking care
when hard stares and cold glares
seem to follow you and hallow you
spilling your insides out everywhere
no follow through, you wallow through
reeling, consigned to your despair
you greet my attitude with platitudes
about gratitude and a god who cares
but i’ve looked beneath every rock
placed atop my lot to keep me in my spot
and i can’t seem to find her anywhere
so who really cares if i send this pain
swirling down this drain like red rain
sweetly released from these veins
no letter to ever excuse or explain
the stain on my brain from the plain
tyranny of your cold world’s ways
the end of my days or just this phase
in an eternity of loneliness and grays?
for now i’ll stay and just pray i can sway
my way through another dance with decay

~wwb

For my friend – for many friends. “Do not go gentle.” Please do not go at all.