Another Lifeless Day
A poem I wrote because...I could.
I sit on the log thinking of anything and everything.
I think about the hot muggy air that surrounds my disturbed face,
I think of the lit cigarette that is dying down by every whiff I inhale of the sudden burn of tobacco. I think about all the times I told myself I would never get to this place but I sit here so dug deep in the unnameable pit hoping for another chance at life.
There is so many things I wanted to accomplish before I sat here but the more I dream of that the more the blade runs across my skin.
I can't help when it happens to tingle down my wrist.
I'm so buzzed at times I can not even hear the siren of life when it calls towards me.
I can't think, I can't breathe, I just sit on the log and the cigarette falls from my hand....another lifeless day.
I think about the hot muggy air that surrounds my disturbed face,
I think of the lit cigarette that is dying down by every whiff I inhale of the sudden burn of tobacco. I think about all the times I told myself I would never get to this place but I sit here so dug deep in the unnameable pit hoping for another chance at life.
There is so many things I wanted to accomplish before I sat here but the more I dream of that the more the blade runs across my skin.
I can't help when it happens to tingle down my wrist.
I'm so buzzed at times I can not even hear the siren of life when it calls towards me.
I can't think, I can't breathe, I just sit on the log and the cigarette falls from my hand....another lifeless day.
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