the water flows
peacefully
the trickle of the stream
lulling me to sleep
the drugs in my system dull me
luring me away
taking me to somewhere
where I don't feel pain
the slits in my wrists drain me
taking my life into
the cool damp grass
I shouldn't fantasize about the river
I shouldn't dream of this place at night
but yet it seems
like the only peace I may find
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
