Black Talon And Blue Ink Poem by Donnie Wolff

I can breathe in your memory,
If you'll let me.
My memory..
Is of suffocation.
Death by strangulation.
Daily.
To die or to die.
And you know..
As I write this out loud
My voice cracks,
Softens and hurts.
But I can breathe,
In your memory
If you'll never forget me.
Please pray for me..
As I write in black ink
This poem of you,
That I gather the courage
To write only in blue.
For in blue ink
I always think
Deep poetic thoughts.
Immortal,
I live forever.
In black ink
I always think,
I'd eat a bullet
If it tasted better.