I gulp down the last dose,
And stumble blindly down the streets,
The lights flash, poetry to prose,
Blinking and blinding everything it meets
I walk around the urban city,
Take a breath, observe its curious beauty,
But I still feel empty…
To the other side I go, down forests deep,
To the glassy river bubbling underneath,
With the hidden light of outright abuse,
I try to forget but it’s no use
I recall perfectly that autumn night,
No one was home to help me fight,
The fight of my life, the battle of purity,
All was lost, it was a certainty…
Now I decide I can withstand it no longer,
Maybe if I had been braver or stronger
I go down to the river,
Dip in my feet,
The water surrounds me like a sheath,
I feel the cold liquid on my chest,
Higher now, to my nostrils,
Now I know I can finally rest.
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