Sacrosanct Commiserations
Written by Jonathan Henderson
Friday March 21, 2014 @ 7:16 PM
I prayed night and day for you, yet I was swept
Along with the rest of the dust off your coldest
Shoulders, and while I die, languid, mired in a
Sweet despondency's, que sera sera. And while
The road less traveled is the same for me as its
Common fraternal son, for I never sought ever
Again to take the lane, but rather, I failed upon
My launch to a moon amid my fright of my loss.
The commiserations, sacrosanct they are, have
Killed me as only the Sabbath will always judge.
Written by Jonathan Henderson
Friday March 21, 2014 @ 7:16 PM
I prayed night and day for you, yet I was swept
Along with the rest of the dust off your coldest
Shoulders, and while I die, languid, mired in a
Sweet despondency's, que sera sera. And while
The road less traveled is the same for me as its
Common fraternal son, for I never sought ever
Again to take the lane, but rather, I failed upon
My launch to a moon amid my fright of my loss.
The commiserations, sacrosanct they are, have
Killed me as only the Sabbath will always judge.
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