Still Still Life Poem by Justin Aptaker
Still Still Life
as i sit on the edge
of the curb
staring into Black Abyss Inevitable
with my mind's eye
dragging poison into my lungs
much like sucking
on the barrel
of a loaded gun
i pray
for Life to begin
dragging poison into my lungs much like sucking on the barrel of a loaded gun.........// written beautifully
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8/6/2026 2:20:51 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
The style as also expression are simply superb and in contrast to the sucking of poison in lungs.Thanks for sharing.