Her will out. (A Poem)

The earth rests her heart,

While we deny her our love,

Her will replies ill.

A National Poetry Month Poem.

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My End. Farewell.

It’s been a long week.
It’s been a long day.
It doesn’t seem as though,
This illness will go away.

Through much deliberation,
And a great deal of self flagellation,
I have come to the decision,
It’s time to end my mission.

No, no, it has not been easy,
But this pain I have makes me queasy.
Thus I must focus on the moment.
Preparing myself through soulful atonement.

To all the girls I’ve loved before,
All those who’ve walked in and out my door,
I leave you with these last steadfast rules,
Remember today is April Fools.

 

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