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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