Bowing Out

The inevitable conclusion
With the infusion
Of recent disappointments
Have not made anything but dents
In this that is already beaten and torn
Our Everything is just so freakin\’ worn
Out and burned out
As the torch you once carried
Now out because it was hurried
Along before I was thought of
Replaced and out-faced
By the book that keeps 
Your everything burning,
This that was once 
An imbedded yearning
To love when you knew how
All that is left is an awkward bow
Before separating
And retreating 
From all that was and has been eating
Us from inside out

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