Misery.

Let there be emptiness.
Here I sit I have sruggled inaudibly.
I have written carelessly
Here is my poetry:
I have loved him
And now comes days I forget
And it is end unhindered
It is death to the sun
When I spend moments
I haven't thought of him
I haven fluttered at the mention
Of him
At the inflicted layer of peace resulting
From calling upon him
Let there be emptiness
Let there be infinite head and heart and soul ached
Let there be ceaseless wander ungauidedly
Let fall apocalypse
Let clutter uncertainty
No longer live misery
I have forgotten him
And isn't THAT misery.