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About This Poem
No Good Morning Sunshine
I lie awake thinking of the agony of it
all. A hold ripped into my heart. The pain
of loss and what might have been. How can
there be life without life.
My stomach rots with pain. Love lost
because of honor before desire. Oh God,
what is to become of me now.
I fear not death because I have already
died a death worse than death because in
death the pain of life comes to its end.
Then what is this death with pain. A death
knowing there will be no good morning sunshine.
Edward J Ebbs
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