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Megan Taylor Poem
Every beginning must have an end
And to every ending a beginning again
As we blithely go through life, never knowing
Racing against a clock that is never slowing
Wake to another day, everything out of focus
Spend all your money till you die
Sick of being sick, tired of being tired
Used all my strength trying to be strong
All of this just to keep going on?
I can see a storm bubbling up from the sea
Coming closer with every passing day
Stranded, hopelessly a drift in a land of waste, stupidity, ignorance
For the masses it is easier to plead the fifth
I don’t want to believe that life is only filled with misery
But I can’t turn my head away from the everyday tragedies
I would sooner die knowing the brutal truth of reality than, plead the fifth because an ignorant life provides more bliss
The cuts we inflict on the world fester and ooze like open sores, scars cover the plateaus
The smell of morals rotting under the weight of apathy
The deafening thunder of hypocrisy… I mean democracy
It’s killing me, poisoning the best of me
On the inside the darkest reaches of my soul are riddled with self doubt
I call out for help only to have my cries fall on deaf ears and mute mouths
My finger on the trigger
No solution…determination turned into humiliation, incarceration, no substation, only drug infusion,
Leading to one certain conclusion; once and for all end this vicious circle of what I once called life
I’ll finish what I never was given the chance to start because everything just kept falling apart
Pull the trigger and free my soul…
…When the-bell tolls
Copyright © Megan Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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