I Think That I Remembered to Say Goodbye

I trust that emptiness will be my avocation
After you, and, likewise, that my urge to go
On living will attenuate. Each dawn will seem
A sad occasion. All my meals alone will be
Insipid. All my undertakings, lacking
Motivation, will be doomed to fail, and I,
Allegedly a man of action, will be
Paralyzed. The world will no longer spin,
While you, I guess, will lose your fetters,
Soaring upward, far from me, toward
Some newfound happiness, as I, as you
May guess from this, plunge downward
Into an excruciating cauldron, hellish,
Though without a Satan, being only
Searing emptiness.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-06 at 02:13

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