Ending In Sight

Trough living, hay ride diving.

We want to take it fast, over the edge,

Take us to a fall, we, let’s just say I,

Want to fall, fall, fall, into nothingness.

No one will care anyway. You can leap

From the old, rickety carriage,

As it plunges to land on top of us.

The struggle does not mean death.

It is a delivery from all the bullshit of life.

We all run into that occasionally, right?

I just want to escape, for the cease and

Desist of life to mark an ending to the

Pain. We just need a little help.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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