some days
𐑕𐑳𐑥 𐑛𐑱𐑟
some days
the pain won’t stop
and sleep
won’t come
some days
are just going
to be like that
some days
all the stories
about love
and its triumph
over death
just won’t wash
some days
everything
makes you cry
when death whispered
in my ear
when death
shouted down the house
I hoped
it might make me
special somehow
but some days
I realise
no-one really
wants to hear
about the end
𐑕𐑳𐑥 𐑛𐑱𐑟
𐑞 𐑐𐑱𐑯 𐑢𐑴𐑯𐑑 𐑕𐑑𐑪𐑐
𐑯 𐑕𐑤𐑰𐑐
𐑢𐑴𐑯𐑑 𐑒𐑳𐑥
𐑕𐑳𐑥 𐑛𐑱𐑟
𐑸 𐑡𐑳𐑕𐑑 𐑜𐑴𐑦𐑙
𐑑 𐑚 𐑤𐑸𐑒 𐑞𐑨𐑑
𐑕𐑳𐑥 𐑛𐑱𐑟
𐑹𐑤 𐑞 𐑕𐑑𐑹𐑮𐑰𐑟
𐑩𐑚𐑬𐑑 𐑤𐑳𐑝
𐑯 𐑦𐑑𐑕 𐑑𐑮𐑲𐑳𐑥𐑓
𐑴𐑝𐑼 𐑛𐑧𐑔
𐑡𐑳𐑕𐑑 𐑢𐑴𐑯𐑑 𐑢𐑪𐑖
𐑕𐑳𐑥 𐑛𐑧𐑟
𐑧𐑝𐑮𐑦𐑔𐑦𐑙
𐑥𐑱𐑒𐑕 𐑿 𐑒𐑮𐑲
𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑛𐑧𐑔 𐑢𐑦𐑕𐑐𐑼𐑛
𐑦𐑯 𐑥𐑲 𐑰𐑩𐑮
𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑛𐑧𐑔
𐑖𐑬𐑑𐑦𐑛 𐑛𐑬𐑯 𐑞 𐑣𐑬𐑕
𐑲 𐑣𐑴𐑐𐑛
𐑦𐑑 𐑥𐑲𐑑 𐑥𐑱𐑒 𐑥𐑰
𐑕𐑐𐑧𐑖𐑩𐑤 𐑕𐑳𐑥𐑣𐑬
𐑚𐑳𐑑 𐑕𐑳𐑥 𐑛𐑱𐑟
𐑲 𐑮𐑰𐑩𐑤𐑲𐑟
𐑯𐑴 𐑢𐑪𐑯 𐑮𐑰𐑤𐑦
𐑢𐑪𐑯𐑑𐑕 𐑑 𐑣𐑰𐑮
𐑩𐑚𐑬𐑑 𐑛𐑧𐑔
church door, contemplation
HC: 2022-10