When The Fat Lady Sings Poem by david gerardino
When The Fat Lady Sings
Tonight i will take my own life.
raise the bar a little, and see
how red this blood is.tonight
i will wolow in this pain, bath
myself in it, and curse this
plight with my mouth and hands,
tonight i shall see if theres a
bright light or a tunnel with
ghost and demons, tonight
the fat lady sings.
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5/10/2024 9:48:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
scary thoughts...... it's wallow not wolow but it made me smile anyhow.....your spelling is very funny......your poems play with death as though it is reversable...it isn't, remember that, we each have 1 life...live it! It's a gift.