My Night Poem by James Lee Watts

As the key turns in the door,
I don’t think my heart can take much more,

As I sit down in my chair,
I think what do I care?

As I begin to climb the stairs,
Slowly they drift away, all of my cares,

As my night draws to a close,
I feel a drip of blood come down from my nose,

As I grab the knife from by my side,
I think why should I run and hide?

As I lie on my bed with the knife in my chest,
It is time God laid me down to rest.