He died a horrible death today...
a victim till the end...
no disease took him, or accident...
just his own ego of self-importance and SICKENING SELF-pity.
He died complaining the cacoon skin held too tight
and didn't allow flight
How could it..
He wouldn't permit it...
He died a horrible death...
A withering weed in the garden of his own life
I had to expel this plight-
I tried but this sows ears could never become
anything resembling light.
And he is gay but so unhappy..
© JLP 2006
A DEAR JOHN LETTER...
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