did you ever see
the sun turn to
black
a young lover
climb a tree
and decide
it was time
the pain of
the next day
alone and listless
not even the desire
to find a vein
broken glass
and all the bad
luck that follows
this wasn’t in
the handbook
therapists have
no words
deep breaths
hard questions
with no fucking
right answers
old and bitter
before you
know it
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J.J. Campbell was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Misfit Magazine, just good poems, Synchronized Chaos, The Beatnik Cowboy and Horror Sleaze Trash. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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