Hoarding Somber Love Poem by Denaldo Myrie

Countless days and nights go by,
Only thing on my mind is your goodbye,
As somber as a Sunday night full of regret,
Flicking through channels hoping to forget,
One drink, and then another, until I'm dead,
Your taste reminiscent of stale bread,
That was once fresh and full of flavour,
I hope soon I'll have you again as a saviour,
For my soul is growing weaker,
Heart telling me to seek her,
But my state of mind as a reminder,
Staying inside is now my only safe haven,
For outside is for those who believe in a heaven,
It's all so meaningless like my letter to you,
To my friends, and family I bid a-due,
Bones to dust, teeth to rot, and skin to age,
I'll wither here in my karma induced cage,
Because I never knew what was good for me.