I was angry for
her and at him.
I was angry for the younger ones.
I was angry for her and at the world.
I got mad at little things.
I was enraged at bigger things.
I screamed.
I fought.
I hated.
Then I met someone
But to lose his
love was
To land in a black hole.
When we fought as lovers often do,
I landed there, striking and punching at oblivion,
Living in futility.
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