SAD

I spend my days now by the hundreds

And I remember the weeks when we lived by the tens

I’d be lying if I tell you I’m not sad

 

If my sadness is a well

It’d take light-years to crawl out

 

If not for the strongest stubbornness

resolve of not giving in or giving up I’d be

drowned long time now

 

I pondered, long and hard

Where it all gone awry

 

Why the road to hell

Was paved with so many good intentions

 

Toiling in bed till dawn and

All I could fathom was that

 

that was nobody’s fault

victims we both were

of the jokes of the crossing-stars

spun by a black moon

 

And I’d be lying if I tell you that

That’s not sad

[nymph]

sigh...