Drained

For all my life
Wasted was time.
Happiness ?! ... fleeting.
Sorrow stayed ;
The end comes and
sweet sorrow moves in.
Loneliness, depravation
is now sweet suffering.
Pain; the relief
And death the promise !

by Susan Fonda

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