If tomorrow, she's not there
If tomorrow
She’s not there
I will live
A life
In despair
I would fall
Away
From her hand
Deflated
Flat
No light
Could I bare
I would wallow
In my sorrow
Exist
Only
In my self-pity
Yet
One tiny part of me
Would see across
The plain
Of my self-loathing
And that tiny part
Would start
Slowly
To build a scaffold
Bar by bar
Dawn by dawn
Slowly
Build me up
And direct me
To where
I need to be
I would seek out
Words of wiser men
Then me
Schopenhauer
Nietzsche
Aristotle
And more
Their words
Would turn me
A flat, deflated
Self-pitying
Nobody
Into a God
Into A devil
Into a philosopher
And I would find
Happiness
Again
But different
Not external
But
Internal
I need no one
To create happiness
By their presence
I find it
Inside
By understanding
The human psyche
And the traps
The masses
Leave
To tare you down
For they are scared
And envious
That I
Am able
To move on
But still
I dreamt
And still do
As tomorrow
She’s not there
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