Game Over!

It seems that every night

I lie in bed awake;

haunted by 

My past mistakes

Knowing that sleep will set it right - 

If only I weren't to wake. 

But sleep not and see not I; tears fall

As I slowly wither - 

A flower deprived of sun

Beaten down by the continuation of small tragedies

And the dread of life;

That throng of trivial s**t

Killing quicker than AIDS

Which is always there ...

And among mine, I saw many minds

Of my generation

Destroyed by madness

A lost brigade of platonic

Conversationalists leaping down fire escapes

Off windowsills

Out of the moon

Because the world had failed us all.

But an old tale it is fore

Humanity, you never had it

From the start

So let us endure this hour and

See injustice done. 

See the horror and scorn and hate

And indignation -

Oh, why did I awake? When will I sleep again?

I'm tired and I 

Long to rest

And don't try and wake me.

I'll be gone

And glad to go

But it matters little

Because life is nothing much to lose

And this pain is absurd because it exists,

Nothing more. 

So I feel this misery in

The boards of the floor, listening to music,

My melancholy,

These thoughts that sing within the caverns

Of my chest

A song that will

Never be heard.

Reviews

[american sunshine]

Wow, incredible. A great, touching piece.

[Hardboiled Capitalism]

Thank you so much!