#endoflife
Every year without fail, today is my lucky day
I mean this sarcastically and truthfully.
Four years ago, I admitted feelings for a girl.
I realized I was in love, that I wanted to be true to my best friend.
Many decades ago, my great grandmother was born.
We tried to visit her grave today, but we couldn’t find it.
Two years ago today, a singer died.
She was known for brief fame and a touching story, and I streamed her music as much as I could.
One year ago, I got my period.
I “became a woman”, and finally felt let into the club of “cool” girls.
And this year, I decided to do something daring, daunting to top off my previous years.
It was all accidental, all twisted fate and luck.
But I decided to end my life.
Oddly enough, as the minutes ticked closer I changed my mind.
A chat with a friend, I made a better plan.
To leave.
Not this earth, but this life. Not my body, but my home.
I’m leaving. In three months.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 11:42 PM UTC
In the empty hall,
standing next to her suitcase --
mum waits, and she cries.
Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 3:30 AM UTC
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Picking up a Box at the Nursing Home
In a cardboard box: a Rosary, glasses
A change of clothes, a pair of shoes, some socks
The miscellaneous bits and bobs of life
At the end of it
The nurses’ aide says she will pray for him
And probably she will; she seems nice
And truly everyone has been nice but now
It’s time to go
Some of the staff are on a cigarette break
On picnic benches out front – life goes on
Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 7:26 AM UTC
A pain
Inside
That covers
The light,
Blinds it;
Fills
The room-
Suffocates it.
This isn’t just
Pain;
This is
Darkness,
Blackness.
This is
Death:
The very
Essence
Of the
End of
Life.
The lack of
Dreams, the
Absence of
Hope, the
Reality of
No tomorrow,
No way to
Be free:
This
Is
Death.
This
Is
Depression.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC