Junkload
Poetry of suffering
This load is way too much for me to carry, I don’t have a little space left for the usual things you do.
And I can’t find the will or heart to live for us, Who needs a future every shade of blue.
Please don’t mind if I just fade away, It’s best for all concerned We cannot sort the junkload of my soul.
It would take so many years of magic, Don’t worry for the flesh they could not love.
Or even like to make the best of things Show some respect, When all they had was hatred, simply vile.
No it’s just that I existed For the hell of spirits twisted.
Cold earth has one more desperation child.
Some say Look to sunny spells far back in special moments, Or people warm and kind that strengthened me.
Well they never did exist So I crawl the distances.
May your precious life deliver
Love and peace.
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© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.
