Got the Blues, Baby

Got the blues, Baby I have got the blues, baby and they just won’t go away I got them bad these god damn blues of mine I just finished working out. ..and while resting I realized that I can never recover from my mistakes in life.. ..the end of my marriage .. .the death of my son … .nothing can ever nothing can ever replace what I have lost.. ..yes I am healthy. ..I have options .. ..but the health and options are subsumed by a monstrous vacuity.. ..an abysmal emptiness . an hole in my soul ...the realization that the most precious things are gone forever and that I am and that I am just biding time.. ..there is no good thing to look forward to.. except for meeting the grim reaper when he comes for me I will be ready to go until then these blues will remain my only friend until the end my time is done another poetic found poem thanks to William Walton