I’m surrounded by defeat, drowned by it.
The young are not strong enough to bear the load.
The middle-aged are Judged, indifferent, solace-seeking in lost youth.
Upbeat elders are taken down like elephants by Time’s slow bullet.
Success is a roller coaster few are tall enough to ride.
Suicide, molestation, poverty, heartbreak, fires, floods, shrapnel in the wind, clutter the homepages of souls surrounding mine (don’t worry, I get my share too, or will).
The fucked don’t get love, the lovers don’t fuck or get to.
The ashes of tomorrow feed the flowers of today, already down for the count.
Minute by minute it seems bearable. In the end, nothing is.
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