a plea

a plea for pity

a soothing reprieve

a willingly wept prayer

a wretch’s last unsubtle cry for mercy

hopeless words half said, half breathed

a beckoning death knell

could not sound sweeter

and yet fate would not allow such ease

a desperate wail

scraped from within

feeble efforts to meekly appease

the undeniable truth of unease

static

the journeys i await to take

to escape

in case of tragedy

lead me away from home

lead me away from the comfortable known

a spurning?  an ending? a new leaf turning?

monastic? ecstatic? or just another further contrived version of static?

all this waits upon a mishap that will leave me no more willing through its hap

but leaves me no closer to peace

that i seek

by awaiting an excuse to leave.

Addiction’s call

it will only get better
more happiness, more peace, more bliss
more of that oft searched forgetfulness
you can refuse anytime you want
now, later, tomorrow,
did you not refuse yesterday?
then do just quit another day

you deserve it
for sure you do
i know you do

just once then
last time
the very last time
i will not ask again
ever
this is the last time
ever

what is there to be worried about?
what consequence?
what isn’t without consequence?

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one life to live
one addiction to relive
find relief now
find reprieve

no other way