Art~Whimsically Yours

Facing Another Day.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III

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Poised on the brink
of a long dark drink
in the cold waters of death
I am a bridge between
life and oblivion,
my own mind the key,
to the rock of ages
that holds me now,
Time is a mime
waving it's hands
in silent screams,
pale faced and desperate
it shortens my dreams.
sqautting butt naked
I bury my head in
the crook of my elbow
which steals all sight from me,
Just a somersault
between a rock
and a harder place
would erase,
any hesitation,
bringing a suffocating peace
but the birds over head
fly on, and I realize then,
that I would matter little,
if I perished by my own hand,
life would press on,
leaving me a comma curled
in a box with many other
unimpressive characters abandoned,
Just a tiny useless footnote,
as something far more
novel rolls on,
the "Story of Life,"
less one inconsequential edit,
me, myself and I
so I rise, and find
the strength to face another day
forsaking my morgue clothes,
and putting on
something far more suitable
for co-existence with
the world I sought to flee
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