Double confirmation.. the hate of wasted money and the sacrifice that bore no fruit.

I have a roof but no a truce, pact or livelihood out of the ghetto. I am a white flag Stuffed down the back of a sofa with all the other side shoots and forgettings. The blunt knubs of fragmenting lives, like planets bursting in a free fall of shards and molten. How the worlds fall down, great megalithic behemoths, mass bodies of star light striking out into bleak black horizons, in their collision- the starts and parts fall false for us all.. MB