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tim's Bits and Pieces - 14. Unfit for Consumption
Simple, stupid boy
Why do you think?
Why even try when
You can offer nothing
To the world.
You are fertilizer.
Why does it hurt to get up in the morning?
I know what it is and I try and I try
to push away the deepening cloud
watching the purple fade into black
it means days and days of choking
fog that swallows all life in its way
the world seems to have run out of air
my limbs are sluggish, thoughts dormant
sadness runs like rivers through me
I don’t want my life take it back
I am nothing and no one you’re
better off not knowing. Awareness
is for the living, not the living-dead
I am tired, it is like a cancer in bones
deep within my broken soul and the
pain—THE PAIN is deep, deep in my
weakened bones.
Around me sunny people glow,
they are blinded by their own joy
it hides them from reality and the
heartbreak of pain. Why oh
why would they wish to see the
outlines of souls like police chalk
on sidewalks. The happy walk over
the dead and dying as they should
I don’t want to linger
when it’s my turn to go.
I want to be brave
not put on a show.
So let me go easy
when they turn off the light
I don’t want to be brave
won’t put up a fight.
But what happens after,
is what bothers me.
How can I have been here?
When where I was is now empty?
I know we are nothing—
only dust in the wind.
But what happens after?
Can someone please say?
If you know the secret,
Don’t hide it away.
Share it with all of us
who fear their last day.
I love you more than I can find words to say
I hear music in your voice; you are poetry to me
I simply want to be next to you each and every day
With you in it, the world is glorious and beautiful
And I am more too, more alive and human
And I am less too, less afraid to reach for the brass ring
You make the world right and it sings with life and love
You walk away with your beloved one, while i swing
in my cage
there is no happiness
no love
no honesty
only ego
we are a scourge
and one day
we will be rightfully
wiped from the earth
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