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Ode to Charles
Bukowski was right
The major dilemmas in life
Are not what wear you down
But the little things…
Immunised against feeling
I tread the shallow waters
Of indifference
My best friend then
Is still my best friend now
And probably will be for life
And the enemy will remain
Who he is
For life
Too
To see or not to see
That is the question
I can’t afford the blindfold
So I continue to stare
I tear my eyes out
But they always grow back
Like weeds they return
And take control
Of the vacant space
Left behind
Charles, you bastard
You coward and hero
Take my advice
And follow the worms
You conjure the vision of a Prince finally to discover in the last stanza; a normal personal friend of yours. May I take it that way? Somehow feel wanted to write the same lines about the father of an affectionate young son who had lost a mother to destiny. Sure, not being complex? The soul haunts, see her all around with the slightest shadow in association. Do not know whether I will ever recover from such a miserable tragedy as hers...Please forgive if you find this as impertinence or ignominious.