Endurance Poem by Mark Heathcote

Where can I buy a costume, a ticket for pride?
Where can I purchase a mirror that's not cracked?
My heart is a losing scratch card
Where do I go to win a prize?

Loneliness doesn't open my eyes
Loneliness is a sharp steel treble hook
With dead dulled fish eyes for bait
Begging some siren to be his first, last shipmate.

Where can I buy a little peace of mind?
Why, do I feel all screwed-up inside?
I stand, overlooking my second-floor balcony
The world looks cold; I've decided I don't want anymore.

But jumping off the second-floor balcony
Well sure that wouldn't hurt me at all
So where can I acquire a path of meaning?
Where should I obtain a cloud with a silver lining?

Omitting, that for me this pain its intensity,
For the first time in my entire whole life
Now possesses a much more real meaning.
For me, it's the meaning of life.