Have to get the poison out.
No need to scream and shout
about it.
Or anything else.
Make the day
Find a way.
Stood under the old oak tree.
Its leaves on the ground
surrounded me.
Its time had come,
so had mine.
No need to be glum
all would be fine.
I built a shrine
to the old beliefs.
Then burnt it down.
Gained light relief.
Its not the end of the story,
of feelings damnatory
but memento mori.
Memento Mori
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