I can hear her, The clicking of her heels, They’re coming closer. The smoke of the tar That flowed through her mouth. My heart begins to race As it’s about to explode.
“So it goes”
I don't allow myself, never, To see her face. Embarrassment overwhelms My mind As hope fills hers. I don’t accept the life she gave, I’d rather be dead in my grave.
“So it goes”
The pain she suffered To bring me here. As I sit here The covers over my head. As the doors opens and she walks through Like a great typhoon, I begin to die of the pain.
“So it goes”
Embarrassment fills my mind, She hopes I say “hello” But no! I am ungrateful Of the life she handed me Especially when I, myself Wish I haven’t survived.
“So it goes”… As my eyes close
This poem was inspired by the novel "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut.