I had been away, Off for awhile. Hell, I even forgot what that room looked like. Down Low In the cold I don't know why I went back. Does Anybody know why we go back? It's as if we will one day return to the sea. Children are we? Fish to be! Well, anyhow there I was In my basement room, Loading the gun to shoot my self. I took aim, squeezed the trigger and... POW! Ten minutes of pure r..u..s..h. & euphoria. High as a kite its a long slobber road back down. Strung out on addiction I can't control Tomorrow, I think I'll buy a gun.
Reason for writing:
Just came out one night! Please, any reaction or emotions related to this poem will be gladly appreciated. Just e-mail me any comments or suggestions. Thanks, Joseph
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