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.