Love's labor lost
A deranged nest
Twigs scattered all around
The nestlings have flown off
Some died in mid flight
Some survived the ordeal
the mother looks
at the nest in shambles
with a lonesome gaze
once there were fledglings there
her own flesh and blood
now there is just a decaying smell
that nauseating smell of loneliness
--
Carry on oh hopeless mortal
try to live with hope of love
connive yourself into belief
collude yourself into yielding
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