Screaming obscenities
flatline and ice cold in
thousands of
mortuaries,
been there
done that
had the treatment
shocked back
still screaming.
It is the Thursday
the fourth day in
the week which
is the limit of my life
I am somewhere in the middle
having breakfast with my wife
and so soon
it will be Friday
I keep my eye on that day
which though near is still
quite far away
Live in hope?
we all do
don't we?
and to find a purpose,
a reason to go on
beyond the Thursday
gone.
In this awesome state
of wait and see
an occasional obscenity
slips from me
that's allowed or if not
it should be.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
Screaming obscenities
flatline and ice cold in
thousands of
mortuaries,
been there
done that
had the treatment
shocked back
still screaming.
It is the Thursday
the fourth day in
the week which
is the limit of my life
I am somewhere in the middle
having breakfast with my wife
and so soon
it will be Friday
I keep my eye on that day
which though near is still
quite far away
Live in hope?
we all do
don't we?
and to find a purpose,
a reason to go on
beyond the Thursday
gone.
In this awesome state
of wait and see
an occasional obscenity
slips from me
that's allowed or if not
it should be.
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