Junk's Psalm

life, or at lest something with a pulse

       

 

In a place, where

its no place to be,

my monkey told me

“if you can take it, its free.”

 

You see there is no gain

without someone’s pain,

and that’s everyman’s

claim to fame.

 

But talk of cost

when all’s been lost

on the path between

dark and death,

 

smacks of hope,

and it gets the goat

of the monkey

who knows me best.

 

There is no control

in an empty soul.

No fear of a

bitter end.

 

Just a hunger to feed

it’s a deadly need,

and that monkeys

my only friend.                                                         

 

Author's Note

tell me what you think you see

Reviews

[Rose Diamond]

Very dark, yet somehow very relate-able. Good job, and very nice write!

[nozone]

varily i thank you. Surviving doesn’t seem worth it, til you do.