A Long Way Down
Date: May 6,2015
What is there to say
Or think, or do
When there’s nothing in my head
And even less in my heart
I do not care for politics
Or religion, or pop-flash celebrity
I am lost in this world
Finding it harder everyday
To breathe the air
Or remember the fifty new passwords
That drill deep dark holes
Into my fading sanity
I don’t care if I’m fat
Or dense, or poor for that matter
There is nothing left of me
I’m only here to feed the rich
To eke out one more day
Of thinly veiled clarity
Before I slip and fall over the edge
…off the ledge
With gun in hand
If only I had guts enough
To pull the trigger
I’d put an end
To this fruitless beginning…
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Copyright © 2015 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
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