Point Blank
I'm friends with a monster,
Inside my head.
But I hate the way he is always
Crawling under the bed when
I want him beside me, holding my hand,
Want him to protect me from all the thoughts racing
Along the shore; a never-ending creed.
I'm so tired of them, the thoughts-
They're scarier than death.
Now I want a gun pointed to my groin,
Another to my head.
Why does he sometimes leave me alone
Confused about everything, scared of
The way people talk, the way they react.
That's when I need him the most
To put a bullet through me; point blank range.
Copyright © Mesbahul Haque | Year Posted 2025
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