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Ramble

Two hundred words
Angry sad dejected worthless
How can you give up so easily? Ten years or more have not been easy
Work and sweat and toil all day, for what? For who?
He needs me, that’s what I have to keep in mind.
A lethal dose, there, I said it, get it out. And stare at the cursor blinking slowly
Will it say anything, will it give me answers? Will the hypnotic flashing numb my brain?
Tanqueray, hoorah!
The truth before my eyes, to see through all the lies
The desolate burning fire, licking lonesome tongues require
Warmth and comfort shifting illusions singe the ramparts of hearts defences
Bitter truth wrought of time a sick cruel joke of wasted mind
When do feelings start in earnest and lose the shame of covert dealings
When do rages suddenly abate for fear and anger twisted fate
One step forward two steps back the shadows move for their attack
Time to work on heart so black for tender joy died on the rack
When did the boyish wonder die or did it simply run and hide
The boy is here somewhere inside, along with romance time they bide
Till life extends an olive branch and hearts aflutter take one last chance.

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