Nobody wants to hear it. You
Forget that pain is easy
We all have some. These tongue-
daggers will find no
Pure enemy. Only those
Who, like you
Are searching. Do any of us
Deserve what we are given?
Maybe life is simply
A long sunset after
The morning of youth
The firesun of destiny
Come to boil an afternoon
In the tears of yesterday.
It is good, then
Eventually, that
Everyone stops talking