Coffin
in this dark lonly place so bitter so cold
i sit upon the floor. nothing but rags almost
completly unfunished. I sit and I ponder
is this life really worth it? is there a crack
of light that will shine thru? its complete
and utter cold my god is this real? why
is it so soft and feels like satin? Why
are there trinkets and tear stained
letters afloat? can it be true?
am i 6ft deep? will i finally have my
forever lasting sleep?
Copyright © Jessica Stepanovsky | Year Posted 2010
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