sorrow pt. 1

this is where you live and
this is where you die

these are the roads you'll be
dragged down
screaming and bleeding

this is the fence
you'll be tied to

the man
who will shoot you

your husband and
you will understand too late
that love is not a constant

you will swim until you can
no longer move your arms
and then you'll drown

you'll stand on the ledge
for fifteen minutes
before you jump

you'll be forgotten

you already have been

good bye

dark verse, death, struggle, existential

About John Sweet

John Sweet, born 1968, is married, a father of 2, and opposed to all that is evil. He has been living in the vast wasteland that is upstate New York for the majority of his life, is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the idea that true democracy is a myth. A full length collection of his work, HUMAN CATHEDRALS, is available from www.ravennapress.com. All pertinent facts about his life can be found somewhere in the vast piles of his unpublished works.

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