Don't Go Poem by A.K. Cola

opportunities of a somber occasion
instills a person to daze 
while performing standard routines 
via
purchasing items from a vending machine,
catching one's frown in the glass 
resplendent with fingerprints. 
Or vacuuming the same spot 
ignoring cleanliness 
for the inevitable suffering 
a tear chasing an arm extension,
guiding the vacuum 
over
and 
over 
to crease dirt in limbo.
where the eye creeps like a spider
tracing a beautiful pattern for prey...
same eyes whimper as they eat air in disgust. 
Pills crease tear ducts to remain closed
and the darkness is familiar like disgusting air
each breath is a question for death
what to say?
how to say it?
"Don't go. Please."