Sorrow hits your head hammer-like
The indecision took away a spare
Colliding with destiny, irrational
Conflagration that eats your
Heart over 100 degrees
Leaving you empty
Only a shell
Called
Self
But anger
Is momentary
Today and tomorrow
He desperately longs to
Meet be with you once again
Can you turn him away in anger
Yesterday is soon forgotten as you
Welcome him with open arms, flickers
A light, the dead lives and life resumes
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