November 2013


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He walks along unlit paths,
Lost deep inside his thoughts.
Memories and images,
Cut him down like shots.
Ghostly swirls of mist,
Fill the space that he walks through.
Fears then come invade his mind,
He wonders about the truth.
Is he really broken,
or is it just the easy way.
To never have to utter,
The words he wants to say.
So many times in life,
He takes a backseat.
Because it’s easier to never try,
than end up in retreat.
So he makes a choice,
And prays that it is right.
And hopefully he’ll get some sleep,
Instead of lying awake all night.

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He wakes before dawn
Showers and puts his clothes on
Sits and checks the news
Searching this small world for clues
Searching reasons for his existence
The gate to death reading “No Admittance”
So he rises up and heads out the door
Wondering what the hell he does this for
Feet walk down the darkened street
He gets on the bus and takes a seat
Headed to work for another long day
A shitty job with shitty pay
Off the bus he watches the traffic
He starts to walk, its automatic
Tires screech and horns start to blare
He hears them all but doesn’t care
His body is broken and thrown to the ground
Smiling serenely without making a sound
Blood starts to pool where his head hit the floor
He doesn’t have to worry anymore

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His heart grows heavy,
As his shadow grows long.
Sitting all alone,
Listening to a sad song.
Clutching the hand,
He broke against the wall.
He relishes the pain,
He doesn’t mind at all.
Circling the whirlpool,
Of this downward spiral.
His brain is rotting,
It’s certainly viral.
Not wanting to live,
But not wanting to die.
Not wanting to laugh,
Or love or cry.
But he cries in the darkness,
And laughs in the rain.
But more importantly,
He loves all the pain