Twenty

Why is there
No more air
No more titter echoes
Only teardrops in the hollows
Sink into the bottomless pit
Of solitary
The only thing that's lit
Is this faint gleam
Of the beating heart
Slowly dimming
Waiting for lights out

Once was amused

By the joke titled life

That went beyond

How ignorant one can be

Believing that it was easy

To be happy

To be joyous
In this world of mercenary

How ungracious

To have a chance to breathe

Yet still spilling cavil between the teeth 

Sigh 

Okay

Let it be

Let it glitter

Just for a little while

While waiting for it to stop lit

I'll carry this pannier
I'll jest to the ones who hear

About this daughter

Who believed in the hereafter

Became a slaughter

Of her own rapture

Waiting for the end of her

The one who's tenderness was her greatest power

This is the death of her laughter

3:39 a.m

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