J.J. Campbell

the inevitable march to the end

another cold
night alone

finishing off
a bottle of
brandy

thinking of
the old flames
that surely have
forgotten about
you

it’s not a fear
of dying alone

it’s the inevitable
march to the end

the tragic nature
of a talent never
fulfilled

the constant
knowing that
no one has
ever taken
the time to
love you

it’s not that
easy to sum
it all up in
a little note