The End Poem by James Casey

The End

I live with regrets Every day of my life
Sometimes I just wish I could Just use the knife

And end it all End all my memories All of this pain
I'm afraid of losing and going insane

Razor kissed flesh cries crimson tears of joy
I need no time to invent a new ploy

Looking back at mistakes in my life
So if it pleases no more will it bite

Harsh against the quivering flesh
The knife slides gently and makes a clean gash

Red color droplets fall to the ground
I'll sit there and wait not making a sound

I can end this pain for which I have got
Let my body shed the tears that I cannot

Jim 1968