You are nobody. Or you are a friend. I shall – no, I will – also shout, because I love
you, because pain in the point of your chest where good meets evil discovers that the two
are not so distant from one another.
That, hell, I don’t even know what I’m saying here. For you. That I was not supposed to say.
That, hell, it is hell. That this hell includes me.
That don’t ever assume that I don’t give a damn – it is exactly a damn that I do give.
Some days, some moments, some times that is all I give. And some days, some moments some times
that will have to be enough.
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This entry was posted by Terry Bain on Monday, November 24th, 2008, at 6:43 pm, and was filed in Daily Poem.
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