Chapter 5: The Poem
The poem I never finished
diminished responsibilities, so many possibilities
lost abilities
threw it away
time and space will not give way
not today, not ever
the poem I had to sever
cut short not sold not bought or even given much thought
reading and writing learnt not taught
too painful to write or insight just fight or flight
no wrong couldn't write
I never really started
same old shit broken hearted
dearly and deeply departed
when's your hearts truly broken
The dead can be woken
hear their soft words spoken
I walk among the dead
when I sleep with no bed
completely lost and off my head
hear the words never been said
all alone another world I roam
no family no phone no home to call home
I lay down to die
no one to hear me cry
or question why
strangers pass on bye
morning noon to nigh
am imaginary friend who would stick it out to the ve
oh what an ending that would be
and a saw sight to see
and would mean so very much to me
instead I speak with the dead
like you just read
If I wasn't so lonely
not one single friend me only
I could share my writing and continue inciting
and what an ending that would be
and something I’ll never see
as all I have is me
October, 2026