I’m sorry
I couldn’t comfort you
When that text
Came in
I saw
How you were struggling
To keep it
All within
But I have been there,
You see
And I can’t
Go back again
That’s why I couldn’t
Be the one
To help you
With your pain
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m sorry
I couldn’t comfort you
When that text
Came in
I saw
How you were struggling
To keep it
All within
But I have been there,
You see
And I can’t
Go back again
That’s why I couldn’t
Be the one
To help you
With your pain
Is there another way
She asked
To cure my ills?
I’d have no problem
Taking the pills
If there was something
He said
To advise, I would
But no pill out there
Would do you any good
What are you saying
She asked
I’m devoid of hope?
All that’s left
Is to sit around and mope?
What I mean
He said
Is given your pain
The only way forward
Is to rewire your brain
To find out if
It’s eternal damnation
Is the worst kind
Of anticipation
Bad News
The
wait
is
almost
worse
than
the
call
itself
(Originally Posted 15.09.2020)
The
wait
is
almost
worse
than
the
call
itself