Contemplation

The machines they hum
in a distance in land
I look through the glass
my pills in hand

Can feel my breath slowing down
Is this what she felt
when life went numb
and God was dead?

In this second I know the truth
love is far more than
just a fleeting sigh
and a mystic rant

Morning lights and night skies
the city knows of hidden joys
of perfect smiles
and imperfect boys 🙂

It’s time for the glass again
the pills stare back
pleading to remain
in their emptied stack

Looking back at the life I lived
I wonder is this it?
Is this the end of this sorrow
by a mere slit wrist?

There has to be more to this
more mistakes to be made
there has to be a greater good
than the illusion that love evades…