Afraid
I am
the frayed rope
about to snap
as the tightrope walker
creates his next step
that isn't there.
I am the ghost
that wants to die
(but doesn't know how)
to become
nothing
craving
non-existence.
I am the snowman
dragged inside the house
by an eager child
weeping at my death
before a roaring
hearth
the pain teaching me
to hate
each second it creates
my screaming mind screaming
old American T.V. shows
CAR 54...
WHERE...aghhhhhhhh...ARE YOU?
MR. ED THE...oooooooooooooooh
TALKING HORSE
GET SMART....noooooooooooooo!
I DREAM OF JEANNIE...*%! ?
the pain opening
a black hole
that I gratefully
dive into
as it swallows
me whole
'Oh my immortal soul! '
Mr. Faust comments.
Dónall Dempsey
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