never have
what
is needed
never get
what
is wanted.
the invisible man
with
the empty account
a
blank slate
no name
no recognition.
if it were not
for
the overwhelming
sense
of loneliness
filling
the hollow
desperation.
i
would be as
devoid of
will
as i am of
talent.
another arm
of
the abyss
gently pulling at
my
shoelaces.
usually
those are taken
from potential
suicide
risks.
the warden just
stopped by
to drop a coil
of rope
labeled
good intentions.
Tell the warden to go f**k himself. That’s what I used to say to the Smoke Man (my warden). He told me every day that death was coming so I might as well get it over with. After a year of it, I listened. But he is a liar. It will get better. I promise. If you need me to tell you that every day, I will. And if I read too much into this I apologize! ♥.
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*I listened* – obviously it didn’t take. And it did get better. ♥.
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