Final Rambles
Not many would pay attention
Even fewer would care
If I went beyond pretension
And did as I dare
If I let go of ambition
And released my tortured soul
No glory or recognition
Playing the undertaker's role
I wish not any sympathy
For I've created my own hell
Look at me with no empathy
Let no tears leave their trail
In days you'll learn
My presence wasn't vital
You'll carry on with no concern
For this friend once suicidal
My hand clasps tight
Around the grip of this gun
At last, I'll be alright
In a world I'm forever done
The taste of cold steel
With my mind on one track
In a few seconds a life surreal
No care to turn back
In memory the laughs we had
The times we would smile
Life wasn't always this bad
But got worse by the mile.
Copyright © Gary Hatfield | Year Posted 2014
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