It's Permanent
It's permanent, It's definite
those words are so infinite.
As she lays across her bed
Thoughts of suicide and rage
run through her head
She gets up and makes coffee instead.
As she is standing there with tears running
down her face
she is wondering how to keep up with the human race.
Feelings of loneliness and isolation
makes her feel she is in a wilderness
of desolation.
With no where to run
and no one around
she feels her life and hands are bound.
Should she continue, should she end this?
if she chooses the latter
She will never find bliss.
It's permanent, It's definite
Those words are so infinite.
© Deborah Seale Miller 1/2/2007
Copyright © Deborah Seale | Year Posted 2023
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