MissingA Poem by AbraxasbirdLife, Grotesque, malignant
I wouldn't miss it so much,
if I knew what I was missing, On my way to the beginning. Hunger equates blunder,
the answer is , there is no answer. So can we be satisfied now,
mystified by the how, the where, when, and why? Poor lackluster, you found.
And now, to that answer, you are bound, like a cancer. Like a cancer, you spread
malignantly, like a cancer, you propegate apathetically. Your smothering death kiss,
your deeply rooted morbid wish, begs end, wants end, creates ends. Maybe change is too much,
maybe stagnation is just enough, maybe living is a jest, but what is left? Death? © 2010 AbraxasbirdReviews
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StatsAuthorAbraxasbirdCanoga Park, CAAbout"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction." -Saint-Exupery more..Writing
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