There is not enough medicine for the pain,
I am still bleeding but will run out soon, hopefully.
There is not enough kindness to subdue the hatred,
forgiveness is denied to me, from me.
Cup of grief, full glass of sorrow.,
no one knows how much the damage has progressed
except for the original poisoner;
Printed words all ragged edged, some purposefully sharpened,
tell of Armageddon as playground,
of logarithmic chaos starting any inconvenient time.
Why do you stand there foolishly taking blows,
if you just fall to the floor they will stop.
There is a great aggravation of fools out there
waiting to be impressed by those still more senseless
No guardian could have prevented the fabric from ripping
as the sun was too old and weak, vetoed;
could not burn thru the clouds nearly enough.
So the brain got a little too cold once too often.
Main trouble with razor sharp wit as your main defense;
put away without being folded; cuts you up inside.
As continued life grows less and less able to be justified
then god’s repairman makes the call; not worth fixing.