Anti


Sitting Atop A Tower, I Can’t Think For The Life Of Me - Poem by Anti

Sitting atop a tower, I can’t think for the life of me
Why would I do such lousy things

It isn’t worth it, this life, it isn’t worth it
My mother told me to hold on and keep strong

Eat breakfast, she said, eat breakfast and five
Smaller meals throughout the day

I’ll be cured in no time but I am currently
Dead as I type this. My brainstem appears to be

Functioning but I know better. I know better than

To type or write the same words
Over and over and over again.

I am a man of many things, but
Meaning is not one of them.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 27, 2011


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