Sentimentality
How we long for the days of dearest delight –
Inspiration – baloomp! – throughout all the night –
Our eyes start to water – tongue tips in pain –
Clowns at a table – thoughts all in vain –
The abyss claws at us – we want to crawl out! –
But we are stuck – nothing inside but doubt –
Searching for tweed long torn to shreds –
Hoping for the void as we toss in our beds –
We hate it all.
Dreadful memories continue to call.
This is the end.
There’s nothing for us anymore.
This is the end; the abyss beckons
21 May 2022
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