Everyday- a poem of dichotomy of love in the wake of severance sliced together.
I wonder what you are doing everyday
I wonder what you are doing everyday
Where are you going?
How can you be so cowardly as to accept all manner of defeats with a lazy, lacklustre feeling?
What coffee are you drinking?
How can your anger triumph over perseverance and ended destiny?
How beardly, posh theatre types respond to your particular brand of self.
How can you make me homeless- no love, no hand to hold?
How are you surviving at the epicentre of this moment. Are you as spliced as I am?
I am so broken , so angry by the last months.
Has your mind turned to sived soup? What are you feeling everyday. How do you breathe?
I am broken by your inability to be a man.
I drive now, did you know that or was that confidential?
and how you could not love me in that way.
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