In the small hours
by Adam Sifre
In the small hours when the world is thin,
There is only me
and the unbearable weight of everything I never was.
Nothing whispers 'enough.'
Enough time, enough joy
Enoughpleasuresenoughdissapointments
Enough.
In the small hours there is only me
And enough is never
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A bad poem
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In the wee wee hours ~ I really love this ~ fabulous poem! *
Not a bad poem at all.
On the contrary. It is more than enough. It is great! *
Cuts to the quick. Welcome back. *
With life-threatening illness, there will never be enough.