how consciously fed
up with life we all are
that we float the idea
of ending it.
no other creature
thinks this way, I
should believe.
so is this perhaps
the soul reason we
are so different from
the common mouse
who scurries through
the gully?
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BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
life on earth
how consciously fed
up with life we all are
that we float the idea
of ending it.
no other creature
thinks this way, I
should believe.
so is this perhaps
the soul reason we
are so different from
the common mouse
who scurries through
the gully?