What’s your favourite saddest lines/poems that invariably set your waterworks going or put a lump the size of a baseball in your throat?
Judgement is simply trying to reject
A part of what we are, because it hurts.
The living cannot call the dead, collect,
They won’t accept the charge, and it reverts.
It’s my own judgement day that I draw near
Descending in the past, without a clue,
Down to that central deadness, the despair,
Older than any hope I ever knew.
(From: Because by James McCauley