Friday, May 11, 2012

Instead of a void

Lucky are they
Who have a tragedy
To cry and rail about
Cling to, refer to,
And orient around

They don't have to run around
In unexplained angst
Like the rest of us
When there is nothing
To make us happy

P. S.
Some people
Like the lovers of Peter Pan
Will always have the tragedy of their lost childhood

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