there is no redemption for suffering.
yours is the only broken heart. they 
don’t feel your pain, can’t acknowledge 
any feelings for you, or care to understand, 
it is your problem and yours alone. there is 
no justice or fairness in this life you will 
die waiting for karmic revenge while wasting 
your brain on useless little stories. go into 
a bar and ask how many have had breakups 
thrust at them, how many have suffered. 
there is no poor-me in a crowd.

time squandered
hours days’ eons
wasted waiting
for shadows 
that materialize 
briefly then
disappear like
smoke in the
wind snowflakes 
on a fire

nice sounding
words spoken 
for the sound 
they make the
impressions they
leave with no
lasting image
affect, or deeper
meaning forgotten
when queried
believe the sound
it’s what you 
want to hear
you made it 
fit your love
images and needs
it soothes
as it leads
you to the 
depths of despair 

redemption comes
after resolve
when your blood 
is drained and
there is no
where to go
but sit and listen
understand you
got here
by choice
and by choice
and force 
of will
you will redeem 
your self