Treasure Island

Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

One Last Suicidal Prayer


Here I am now
with the reflection of a child,
crying

Wanting out of this prison
Caged in steel bars of judgement
and criticism

The pounding noise of a gavel
Manipulating my gullible ear drums
with degradation

A social rape victim
Lured by perverts with the false hope:
ACCEPTANCE

One last suicidal prayer
for the blessing of the deities of attention
Unanswered

Unanswered...

Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2012

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  • Frederick Kesner (11/27/2012 6:48:00 AM)

    As it always is, the suicide note is not and cannot be answered.
    Superbly written. Quite engaging in its language. (Report) Reply

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