#for barb

For a small female, I sure have said the phrase "dicks out" a fair amount of times in the past few months

           ❝ You need to back up before you become a part of the burning building behind you. ❞

It's funny Not humorous, but peculiar  How the world can come to an end Be over For someone For you But it doesn't End, I mean  Life goes on People keep moving There's even laughter While you're unsure if your tears will ever stop flowing The corners of your eyes some gruesome saline wound, unwilling or unable to clot  Like a fountain who's sadness is always fresh, ever renewed Sometimes nature is kind Respectful of your grief No sunshine to mock or devalue your hurting Sometimes there are sorrow filled, thick gray clouds And rain A commiseration of precipitation Weather so bleak it troubles the gladdest heart And so, if for just a little while those around you must mourn Even if your misery remains mystery It's funny, not humorous though How the world ends, but it doesn't And like a torture victim You feel it all But do not die Your pain kept alive Bright, shiny, crystal clear  While Mercy hides her face And where is Grace 4/24/10