Yester never
How to grieve for lost futures
When there was no future to hold
How to find the good
When the awful has teeth
Gnashing, biting, grinding
The good sits back
Waiting to be seen
While the bad chews
Ripping the flesh
The good merely watches
Can it truly be good
If it offers no solace
From the bad that gnaws
And tears
Can good be good
If it won’t save you?
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