How Very Special You Are To Feel Such Pain - Poem by Matt Johnston
The ever sad are never whole
You’ve told me this, and that you’re cold
And tired from the rain in life,
And tired from the rain wrought mold in life.
And you’ve said leave me in, and you’ve said let me out,
But you can’t stand the room that you’re in,
Nor anywhere you’ve been, or doubt.
While council you met with self-righteous shout
Or constant whine of excess…
Wallowing in tears, a crowned in pity thief.
So I turn to go
“But not alone, not alone
Anything but that” you said,
I said, a friend in tone,
“We should perhaps keep to our own
In grief.” For yours is selfish
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