I walk with a sadness slump
but when I see your ghost,
my head snaps up
it's never you
just a dumpster
just a church
just an empty restaurant booth
I had accepted from an early age,
that I would one day
take my own life
I gave birth to this end
and it grew strong with my milk
but I may have created a monster
I cannot control
Like a canoe in a waterfall
maybe you were right after all
maybe no one will love me
this is a 911 call
Written August 11th 2016
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