Loss, no gain

Today is a grey day
and the storm inside
the black pit seethes
and winds, the snakes
hiss unkind,  the lord
on a cloud unreal and
untrue, the deep and
stretching blue far,
far from view, and I here
in this thankless place
this emptiness stretching
this ghost of a life
flailing and wrapping
this human soul waning
	without you
	without you
all I hear are
demons laughing.
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