Look down beneath your feet
into the ashes of post calamity
Welcome to the wreckage of me
buried deep beneath
this pile of smoldering defeat
Smothered in a heap of self pity
I seek respite
from this scorched self inflicted tragedy
And yet things could always be worse
as I soothe my soul
with time tested trite cliches
Pour your fallen comrade
a shot of Novocaine numbness
For at the end
of yet another disastrous day
pain is the beast
that needs to be restrained
even if living in denial
is the only way
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