Which One is Second Best?
My space is but a murky hole
Where the air reeks of rot
Thoughts echoing out of control
What is real and what is not?
A dismal dawn of gloomy gray
And a dusk that fades to black
Will I make it anyway
Dulled by doses of Prozac?
Fitful sleep is my escape
Though littered with vivid dreams
Of a bug-eyed boy with mouth agape
A channel for his screams
Come sup with me; a rare cuisine
A lethal diet of self abuse
Entrees mixed with methamphetamine
And desserts of "What's the Use? "
Like a fetus curled in bed
With knees drawn to my chest
Am I living or am I dead
And which one is second best?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Great start, Alan. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks