Tomorrow’s Deep End

I know it’s coming,

It does every year.

No matter how much good

you throw at me,

I will never forget

what you’ve taken.

Save your platitudes,

they only serve as insults.

The Dreams,

The Gifts,

The Storms,

The Kulning,

…The Rage,

…The Numbing,

As if it’s some scale for you to balance.

I hope you fucking choke on them.