Saturday, 21 January 2012

050; Anonymous poem.

There is a bottle of pills inside my stomach.
I should know; I put them there.
I put them there to make me die.
That way I won’t have to think.
About deadened silence.
And raging storms.
That’s what I tell myself, anyway.
Maybe the true answer lies buried,
hidden there,
amongst the things,
In the closet of my mind.

Full poem here.

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