quick, easy
peaceful, painless
they stare back
those killers
a whole handful
for me
it would be so quick
to down them all
so easy
to end it finally
so peaceful
to pass calmly
so painless
to end it comfortable
but
time would be so slow
with all of you gone
it would be so hard
the go through each day
so agitating
to not hear your voice
so painful
to know you can't live
they stare back
those killers
a whole handful
so I stare back too
as a victim
a whole victim
still alive
that one handful
can kill
can crush
can depress
can ruin
don't let it be the death of you.
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Handful
Poetrywarning: this collection of poems may hit close to home for some of you. be aware.