Days like today

My dial is set to extreme

Catatonically stuck

Waiting for the meteor to crash in from overhead

My mind flashes images of me falling into the sun

Feeling comfort with telling myself that everyone hates me

Sitting in a magma crater made from my self loath

My smile grows bigger thinking of a gun to my head

Cover art credit: Safwat Saleem – Concerned but Powerless

3 Comments Add yours

  1. johncoyote says:

    Amazing written and verbal poetry. You made my muse come alive. A poem for you.
    “I cleaned the 30-30 for the hundred time and
    I drink the Black Velvet from the bottle and
    I tell the night to fuck off.
    I loaded one round into my favorite rifle.
    Damn phone is ringing, someone knocking on my door.
    I am so damn tire and I answered the phone.
    Dear Grandma called me and she told me.
    Please come and visit me.
    Baby boy. Grandma loved you so.”

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    1. B says:

      Thank you for sharing these wonderful poems 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      1. johncoyote says:

        You are welcome B.


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