Mess
Nocturne No. 7
What I know about suffering Could fit inside an empty fist— Lovers, daughters I have missed By subtle cuts, numb severance I’ve made my circumstances worse With something like the consciousness That I advanced from mess to mess As would-be heroes pile up wars The difference is: they look past pain The way a preacher looks past laughter— Unlike this comic dirge’s author Who can relate, but can’t explain



[cover image: Weegee]
"who can relate, but can't explain" <3