Upon hearing sad news from my hometown this morning of the overdose death of a childhood friend, I'm revisiting this piece. The stack just keeps getting deeper...
forty five years old
with a stack of dead friends
if I laid them end to end
could I build a bridge
o’er this chasm of despair
that threatens to swallow us all?
do I feel
when I realize it’s real
how powerless to conceal
how desperately I feel I must stop it
God, how I wish I could stop it
department store lootings
suicide bombs amidst the throngs
and, a stabbing mistaken
for performance art
wherefore art our sensibilities?
is there still such a thing as humanity?
ADHD and ADD, PCP and DDT, OCD and PTSD
the world is too harsh
for the fragile people
if suicide doesn't get you
whatever your poison
in a world full of poison
it eats you from the inside out.
it eats me from the inside out.
we all want out.
Written: December 5, 2015