Sunday 27 March 2011

Tonight it ends

So long to the hungry and the wretched,
so long to the long and listless nights,
so long to the edifice of happiness,
so carefully conveyed,
such bittersweet inanity purveyed.

For too long I have been
at fault for my own sadness,
languishing, affecting carelessness.
Tonight it ends,
so long to the hungry and the wretched,
so quick to call himself a martyr.

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