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
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.
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
intotheindigo 