The low light paints my dirty window
with slashes and vicious smears
I do not want to look harder
at my life of dull failures
and violent images
I must fuzzy focus
to see the end
clearly
Suddenly I do not want to be in this room
with my rampant thoughts and my sweat
suddenly I’d rather be anywhere
my oxygen blood rushes
from my corrupted lungs
into grey fleeting matter
I can feel it grate
but take no heed
No matter how deeply I toil
at the sharp end of this pen
I cannot get to the poison
that I deserve
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