And should the depths be full on longing
Cold dark growing old in wronging
My responses rife with doubt
Forgotten what I read about
Just minutes minimized before
I took a hit of nevermore

Then let me just survive at least
Bare minimum of food to eat
It’s more than I deserve and verve
Not recently a song I’ve heard
With artistry as musical
As my late evening usual

Expulsion of the personal
Revulsion to the purposeful
Life happiness delusion snare
And all the crushing weight I bare
And therein lies the extrication
Poetry illumination