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Craig Ynot Poem
Broken bones, arthritis, going under the knife
I been through a lot of pain on my life
But physical pain I can handle it’s almost something I crave
To fight the despair inside that I’ll take to my grave
To be in such pain is such a small cost
To makes me forget that I am so lost
I know that there is no life after death
And everything ends with my last breath
Suicide calls to me with a spellbinding sound
I fight to ignore it but I’m losing ground
I frequently stare at nothing to see
Not thinking of nothing not even me
Been to some docs, got some advice and a pill
But nothing works and all I got is a bill
But I’ll see how long I can keep my life going
And keep my desolation from showing
Until I feel that i’ve done my best
And that’s when I will finally rest
Copyright © Craig Ynot | Year Posted 2018
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Craig Ynot Poem
Surrounded by people but feeling alone
Wearing a smile not really my own
Not caring if I live or I die
Wake up each morning ad wondering why
Thinking of death more often than not
Although this is the only life that I got
Don’t believe in a heaven or hell
But I could be wrong only time will tell
Pain works better than those pills that I take
Narrows my world but keeps me awake
Would drink all the time but I cannot
Took some tests anomy liver is shot
A slow lingering death is not in my plan
I’d want to go as fast as I can
Insurance won’t pay for a suicide
So for now I guess I’m along for the ride
My wife and my kid are rally good
and I’d give my life for them if only i could
But for now I will just hang around and hope for the best
Knowing that I’ll have forever to rest.
Copyright © Craig Ynot | Year Posted 2018
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Craig Ynot Poem
You live a life and die when you do
Family and friends have a prayer for you
They cry and grieve and soon they accept
That it’s easier to go with life and forget
Then soon they themselves will depart and pass on
Until even the memory of you is gone
You become a nameless face in a book
Meaningless to anyone who even cares to look
It hurts to think this is the end
Of life for you your family your friend
This why people cling to their prayer
Although there might be no one up there
It’s better than nothing is what I can see
But heaven or hell it’s the same to me
Hope if I wake up after I’m dead
I can slap god on the back of his head
Copyright © Craig Ynot | Year Posted 2018
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