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Countdown To Meltdown

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Countdown To Meltdown

It all started with a countdown from ten...
My own self-destruction shall begin
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
From trying to get hired
To trying NOT to get fired
Jesus! I can't control all this rage
Should I let the beast out of his cage?
As I struggle in this maze
I'm forever in a daze
I've been struggling for thousands of days
Been hurt in thousands of ways...
I get to nine
I'm starving but refuse to dine
Thirsty but refuse to drink wine
It hurts but I never whine
I thought life was sweet but it's sour like lime
This mountain I can't climb
Add good plus good it equals bad all the time...
Now that I'm at eight
Im far from straight
More like crooked
I had infinite patience but something took it
Maybe trials and tribulations
Lead to my anger accumulation
Which causes my heart to harden
Oh! Has the devil smarten...
Before I self destruct will I reside in heaven?
Does my best outweigh my worst?
I have words for the Lord and Satan but who shall I speak to first...?
I get down to six
But I don't have that many picks
When I die on Earth I shall leave my wits
No I take it back, I'll need those
So in my casket dress me in comfortable clothes...
Halfway at five
I no longer feel alive
I strive
To quicken my pace to an even stride
I'm having a meltdown, is it really worth living?
I possess a gift, is it really worth giving?
Not at all because I never take
Have my cake and eat it too, but I refuse to bake
Speaking of bake, it's hot
Like 100 degrees fareinheit
Or should I say farein-hot?
Maybe not...
Now I'm at four
As my heart beats slowly in my chest
My spirit beats on Death's door
I shall struggle no more
The bloody battles
The gore
This scripture is my farewell lore...
Now the number is three
As my worries grow tall as Eden's tree
But my grave won't be in that garden
With Adam and Eve
I beg your pardon...
But that's two bodies
My magic number
I collapse on the floor
Drifting into a slumber
I close my eyes
My spirit rose to the skies...
I never made it to one
Meltdown is complete
Entity level is none...none...none..

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  1. Date: 10/31/2009 4:47:00 PM
    i love this melting countdown--Charma

  1. Date: 10/17/2009 4:06:00 PM
    I have enjoyed reading your poetry today. Thank you Richard. I hope you are having a wonderful weekend. This is one of the best you have written so far. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 10/16/2009 2:08:00 PM
    Frickin awesome!! Nice read, this spoke to me. I feel the countdown on a daily basis. Nicely written

  1. Date: 10/16/2009 12:50:00 PM
    Life is a continue struggle, so fight with it, don`t let it put you down. Florentina Laic