There is no
wedding.
There is no
happily ever after.
There's pain
and more pain
from every direction.
Daggers at my heart
until it stops beating.
So why wait
until the fatal blow
to penetrate?
Why not just
take the blade myself
and end it all?
Because the way back from the
Because the way back from the sunset, all the way to see the sunrise, leads to a more glorious view than making it back from midday.
That is a very profound
That is a very profound comment; one of the finest I have ever seen on postpoems.
Starward