I wish for death
every day and every night.
My life is a whirlwind of
uselessness.
Meaningless days blur into one gray blob.
I see no reason to go on
for life is a pointless waste of time.
I wish for death
like an addict wishes for his fix
or a dog his bone.
I wish for death.
I would do anything to make it my own
I would steal death and place it in my back pocket
like nothing more than a pack of gum.
I wish for death
though you could not possibly tell;
for I hide it
as a ferret hides his loot.
You would not know
hadn't I told you
that I wish for death.
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Finger Trigger
PoetryA book of poems mainly written about suicide and other depressing things