A failed stop
an ugly top
a hasty chop
a teardrop

These mistakes
bring aches
and pains
to the brain
some might label
able

But others
smother
knowing it
quit
some time ago
although
it bleeds
and needs
like any other

Leave in silence
for violence
may follow
this grim show
of patient releasing
of ceasing
the desire
to burn, to be on fire
for life
for love
for higher above
things
not meant for spring
or any part
of sour hearts

The bitterest of which
could belong to the *****
who wrote
alone
this sad ******* poem