It might help...

I wonder if getting drunk and getting hot and delirious and crying and passing out and waking up with hair stuck to my face and a pain in my side would help. I wonder if talking for a few more hours repeating repeating repeating would help. I wonder if takinga  few pills and sleeping a temporary endless sleep so black and warm that I can’t remember who I am would help. I always wonder but I never do, instead I just become numb and write rambling words on a slow computer until the ground is cold from the sun being gone for so long and the stars are strong and piercing and the moon wants to cradle me in its crescent. No, that doesn’t help, but it is the easiest way for a coward to live. Numb. Frostbitten, apathetic, hungry but too numb to feed. That is the way of the coward, to become a poet and write about what I would do If I only had a heart.

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[bluessadmood]

you were very right ..only at the end..no
yes its not the way to stuff yourself with drinks ..and pills and have that long sleep
to get away from it all..oh yes getting numb is not the way to live your life
you have to get up and fight your way through
for it is a tough life..it will not wait for you..to sleep it over
and those rambling words about bad luck..those words were good
but do not blame it on poetry..
it has built some of the strongest men on earth
with a will to fight an army.. a poet can do
his words and mind is hundred times worth ..than those fools
wonderful write..