The Ride Is Too Rough
Let me off -
Stuffed
Weighted chest
life was to change, improve
Instead
the pain grips me
my gaze won't stay focused
eyelids insist on closing
Let me die
End this pain
End this life
Will it then end?
Shall I try?
(c) Lisa Jensen-Lewis 2011
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