by H. Farca

Created on: March 08, 2010

The path is clean, 

But is shut.

Im asleep. 

Im awake. 

I want to breath,

But I cant.

Now I can. 

The pillbox was on the drawer.

Now its on the floor. 

Was it the moon who dropped it?

I do not know. 

The moon looks nice.

Im thirsty. 

So I walk. 

And I wait.

And I walk. 

Then I drink,

And I drink,

And I drink.

Was it the vodka?

Was it the drugs?

Or was it just the kids,

Or husband,

And son. 

Or was the water crystal?

My heart beats. 

Then stops.

The blood goes through, 

Then clots, 

Then goes. 

Then stays.

My eyes are closed,  

Then open.

They remain open. 

I look out the window. 

The sun is up, 

So i can see, 

Im still alive. 

So much for insomnia,

Good news for sun service. 

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