A far cry
Is still there,
It's in my ear,
Unable to fly.

if I knew I was
going to die
tomorrow
would I spend today
writing more
or
saying goodbye to my loved ones?

hardest choice of my life

maybe I'll write my goodbye
in the form of another poem
to make the best of both worlds

the screen
the keyboard
the small room
the closed door
locked door
closed window
blinders keeping
the sun away
a chair
an empty stomach
protesting against
tequila
more tequila

ready

you can write now

Don't laugh,
Unless it's something nice,
But when it is,
Laugh even twice.

Can you be the voice in my head?
And then, can you be the voice in my sleep?
And then, can you be me?
And then, can you leave me forever alone?