there is not right or wrong when
upon us comes a nasty disease
eager to do us down, down,
as we run empty headed around
and around in blind shock
not believing this to be true.
and we flounder and drop
so very damned low and lower.
have finally forgiven myself.
for what, I do not know.
it is enough to know I have
been forgiven, albeit, myself.
that is enough for now.
perhaps later, will know more;
the why of it. maybe so.
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