Friday, May 15, 2015

Poetry - I see myself

I see myself
Sitting at the table
His eyes closed
His mouth agape
His head is on the table
As are his hands and
Medication that are dissolving
In the water that is spilled
On the table

The glass has rolled off the table but
He doesn’t care
Nor can he care for he is
Dead.

Drug overdose they said but
You couldn’t believe it
You screamed and struggled against their grip but
It’s too late.
He is gone.
So are you,

And so am I.

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