JIMMY
The tempests of these shadow days blow
Lonely in their coming
For you, alone and drunk
Waiting and wanting to die,
Pain is your dull god,
And mocks the unvoiced petition
Haunting your eyes.
These words hold no salvation
Or promise of peace, hope or joy
Only that we may see a futile end in yours
And thus begin to care.
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