Some poems aren’t about beauty
Some poems don’t ascend into the light
Some poems aren’t about stained glass
Or uplifting
They are about the stains
The detritus
Of a life
Desperation takes a lot of forms
But at the end
The end
Somebody has to deal with it
Not vicariously
In reality, up close and personal
Life
Or the absence of it
Tonight
David Trudel © 2012
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Again, David, this is so powerful. Thanks for sharing it.