Counting Dasies

A Poem by Matthew Bass

I
am
so
      alone

Yesterday.........

I shot myself in the foot, to see what would happen. Nothing happened.
Just a clean shot between the bone; almost no blood

After the final performance, I let go of your hand.
When you wouldn´t let go of mine.

Ever since then.     I have been holding on.

© 2011 Matthew Bass

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Added on December 26, 2011
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Matthew Bass

St. Louis, MO

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It´s funny how we think we are all on the cusp of something, and just have not been recognized yet. I am no different. I don´t really care all that much, but at the same time I do care. .. more..

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