348 days…

I hate the moon,

I hate the stars

I hate the Earth

and I hate Mars.

I hate up

and I hate down

I get up each day

and frown.

I hate in

and I hate out

I hate north

and I hate south.

I hate east

and I hate west

In bed at night

I get no rest.

Grief is crap

and Grief is shit

But that is not

the worst of it.

My mind wanders

down rhyming paths

and this fucking poem

sounds like Dr Seuss wrote it.




See what I’m reduced to without you here to stop me???

I miss you.

I love you.