02 Jul nine, We Made An error © Charles Bukowski

Did you know a longevity of loneliness and something filled up with soreness, way of living a lifestyle that have nothing to obtain, Surrounded by dark, overloaded with guilt. An existence in place of serenity and no one to fault.

Did you know from an area unseen, A location you to retains only shattered fantasies, A location full of sadness with no end up in eyes, I'm given this gift each and every evening.

Have you any idea out of a location so cooler, This is the set We telephone call my heart, A place versus guarantee otherwise comforting aspirations, A life perhaps not really worth traditions would it not seem.

Did you know of a lifetime that ought to have never come, As well as the feeling that today this lifestyle must avoid. An extra day of despair is a lot too difficult to happen, I'm tired of traditions a longevity of agony and you may depression.

Are you aware anyone with really serious pain to the, Or even the sense of loneliness whenever no-one hears their cries, Perhaps if rips have left and that i can demonstrably pick, The only concern kept is...

eight, Hold off © Galway Kinnell

Waiting, for now.