End Me

Just end me
Give me some relief
'Cuz I'm about
three weeks deep
without sleep.
And no, I don't know
where they came from:
the little children
with swords knives
and guns.
I s'pose I
got a couple debts due
to the dude with the
big bad voodoo.
Just end me,
or let me go quietly
Bury me at the
bottom of the sea.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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