A man is as bad as it gets
When he thinks that a “no” means a “yes”.
And guess what? I am such a man.
And a “no”, however expressed, is never a “yes”.
And so I must get what the universe expects.
And so I deserve no longer my success.
And so I deserve to fail, big time and hard.
And no railing on my part shall resolve my sharp cruel.
For the duel I have with reality is being an actuality, untrue.
And I have been untrue to myself,
And so must harshly hurt.
And there is nothing quite as curt as the brevity of woe.
And that is where I am, and that is how I am, and that is what I am –
And that is why I am.
Without a way.
Nothing more to say.
No sing to song.
No cry to tear.
Nothing left at all.
A man bereft, and left, and quite alone.
Life after death: no one knows.
Death before life: I surely do.