Nothing is enough

nothing suffices
nothing makes
a difference makes
up for the lack the
heartbeat wasted the
life the life the
life gone breathed
out and done the
slide down the
silence in the room the
engaged tone on the
telephone and the
dog left alone
till darkness fell
and the lights were
unlit and
left there the
grate cold the
fridge emptied
the sweetness
turned to raw
pain the wound the
wound the
wound unhealing
and the years to
gather in and 
live on in
loneliness and
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