Wishing For A Thing Does Not Make It So!
I don’t have a clue
On what now to do
This trouble I find myself in came right out of the blue
And to say anything less than I am suicidal would not be true
Can’t go into to many details, I don’t who will read
Yet this really is my hour of need
From this valley of darkness I make a desperate plea
Please someone come and save me
I feel totally slumped
With this latest mess upon me has been dumped
Very soon there is a bridge I have planned off to of jumped
On the motor way below I would have bumped
I am writing this poem drinking scotch washed down...