There is certainly no doubt…
I have a doctorate in Without—
earned this coveted Ph.D.
by living this life of lonely me.
Wearing this chronic frown,
I had no need of cap and gown,
no need for any commencement
upon this stage of dour cement.
For all of these things I wanted,
forever teased and then taunted
me along this most solitary way—
tinge all of this poetry I now say.
Letting my scarred life then teach
all that others could not then preach:
the lessons I was meant to learn,
scalding while the taper did burn.
Smelling the bitterest aroma
of the burning of my framed diploma—
while it finally lit up the way,
now that eternal night has trumped day.
This is definitely one for my collection.
Just brilliant….
Powerfully penned, LDF. Deep and introspective my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
“doctorate in Without” love it!