wanderlust

lost all hope....

prepare the bullet,

tie the rope,

hide the food,

i just can't cope.

break my books,

burn my bed,

tear everything apart,

including my head.

make me sad,

make me stressed,

make me angry,

then leave me for dead.

fire that bullet,

and let go of that rope,

never give me the food,

i've lost all hope.

 

 

Comments2

  • Louis Gibbs

    A well presented poetic expression of your sadness, Eddie. Keep writing!

    • wanderlust

      thank you dear ♥

    • Goldfinch60

      Hope is always there, you just never know what is around the next corner and I have been turning corners for getting on for 70 years and I am still surprised at what I find.



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