Profound sadness
is
In the house
Who then
Ushered
In
This guest
To my
Midst?
What
Utter deception
Was
My frequent
Bed-fellow
That supposed
A relatively
Protracted
Lifetime
Could
Be
Devoid
Of
It's
Requisite
Grief
And
It's necessary
Observances
Begone
From mine
Heart
I won't
Submit
To Thine
Cleaving
Nothing to see
Here
Shall we
Just
"Move on.."
Alas
Though
An art form
Was
Made of
Evasion
Truth is
There
Will be
No negotiation
A heart must
Break
All that
Has
Known
The
Kiss of
"the Reaper"
Requires
It's due
Homage
Before
It's release
Cast off
Then
What was
What never was
And was never meant
To be
A
Stranger awaits
In
The wings
Before
I die
Entirely
There
Remains
A
Chance
To
Introduce
Myself
R. O'Neill (August 31, 2019)
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