Thought About It
And that night
It would not be that night
Maybe another
Maybe nigh
But it would not be that night
The bottle was nearly dry
The plate scraped clean
The thoughts rang free
No one around to hear them scream,
The night when on
People turned about,
Yet in the end you were the only resolute.
The choice was yours,
Keep going or maybe
Just maybe
Hit the end game button
You walked toward the closet
The one that held your gun
And you thought to yourself
Quite frankly, there’s no way you’re the only one
Who has felt this way,
This deep sensation of hopelessness,
There is no way that you are the only one to ever feel as though there is no way out of this
The hallway in front of you only look darker the longer that you look at it
Your gun is calling your name yet, you don’t want to know why
You do know why
It isn't worth it
You know why, everyone knows why
You hold your breath, everything holds still for a moment
Turn around, another moment, another breath, another day
People may ask about
What our thoughts or feelings are
I wish I could conceive
Anything to portray, in a meaningful way
But the bottle is empty, and the plate is clean
Tonight is not the night
Yet I still yearn for meaning
This night was nearly markable
Yet it is, and will be benign
A mark against my soul, yes
But not a mark against time.











