I am lying in my bed
covered in my blanket burrito
thinking about life
about life and death
about death and life
about being and not being
about ending existences
and about ending my existence
it's obvious
sometime existence ends
maybe today
or next week
or in 60 years
but surely sometime
and to take time the accident
I take out my calendar
Does something take place today?
No.
To often heard within the last days
No. No. No.
Self confidence? No.
Lust for life? No.
Love? No.
Friends? No.
Life? No.
And there lays my salvation
on the edge of my bed
A little 'clack' and gone
A little 'boom' and quit
I take the pistol
'clack'
'boom'
YOU ARE READING
A Bleak Puddle
PoetryStories, my heart tells camouflaged as poems Maybe you somehow understand And I hope you get inspired Or that you feel understood And that I can possibly save you Or that I get to help you in any other way B.A.
