The cruelest month, II

The cruelest month is the one just past
So slow in coming yet gone so fast
All the baggage we pull from it’s bins
Whatifs ifonlys, woulda coulda should have been
Unmet potentials missed chances lost glances
Undanced dances parted botched romances

The cruelest month Is the next one coming
Lurking unseen, unknown tragedies looming
Harboring fears of where I’ve yet to fail
Certain only that it gets worse this jail
Mother will abandon me,lost in her madness
The future surely dissolves in sadness



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