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The silence doesn’t help much to keep my ears from bleeding.
So why not leave the torrent sound alone, it will not change the pain I’m feeling.
All at once I forget and then the same remember,
It returns full vengeance every bleak September.
A clear sky, a .44,
Was the cause I’m blaming. For
This sound, after all these years,
Still this cursed ringing in my ears.

One Long Walk


Content in his self-loathing,
He sees no reason to be floating
Away from everything he’s seen and done.
Around the corner he sees spying,
In the mirror himself lying,
“One more time,” He says, “Just one more and then I’m done.”
And down a path that he can’t see,
Saying “At least the cats can’t follow me.
But just in case they do, I’ll grab my gun.”
Seeing one thing and thinking it another,
Thinking it’s a cat when he sees his brother,
He’ll ensure that this following will be the last one.
He then realized once he’s awoken,
All the hearts and lives he’s broken.
A long walk off a tall cliff and his pain is done.
But just before his final step and breath,
He choses life, not death.
He returns to make right all the wrongs. One by one.