Don’t end face down
Without a single reason to turn over
Tempting to freeze
Lacerations on wrists
Swept under currents of I’m tired
Lungs filled of fetal position cries
Dragging flesh through hoops
Awaiting anything but now
Liquor easing face down living.
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Throwing up everything only to swallow
See what’s left in inside
Swearing abandoned child
Cursed with a blistered gift of life
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME echoes
Toxic waste years detoxifying through lost blood
Convinced of it so bigger scars
Yesterday you played in a tree
Today hanging via one seems logical
Face down in personal misery
Don’t end there.
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Cut wrists
Drunk bleach
Took pills
Contemplated jumping in traffic
Imagined crashing into cement blocks
Gun permit for a single kill
Triple insulin shots
Pondered suicide via police
Appliance in the bath
Drowning in a local river
Snap own neck
To end up where
To stop the pain of mediocrity
Face down middle fingers up
Probably made to live again
Don’t end there.
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Fall leaves spring back
Good weather and bad nights
Happy trails and lost paths
Blessedness while operating with curses
A good word, discarded verses
Everything to nothing to no one to everyone
Scrambled organization who can tell it.
A lot of things crossing your mind
a lot of ways to walk the last step
we all want things to be perfect
as things unfold through our life
we won’t want to make a misstep
maybe you cannot see it as I do
your life is precious as your soul
know for sure kindness and truth
leads in front of the joy doorstep.
I believe you. I appreciate your good words and taking the time to read my poem. Much love to you.