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17 November 1955
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Always Routine

It's always the same,
sliced skin, exposed vein.
feel that warmth escaping,
body turning cold as stone,
As always, I'm lost, alone.
Thoughts that always haunt me,
never leaving, blessed be.
The fire inside me rages on,
I open case and take the gun.
one bullet,
close the chamber,
spin it round.
to the head and clicking sound,
spin it round,
to the head and clicking sound,
spin it round,....
no not today,
I guess I'll have some more to say.
To no one listening,
or with blade glistening,
digging under skin,
release the demons within
They stain my desk in pools of ink,
Just a moment's peace so I can think.
I wake from sleep
Then one more day starts,...
Open case,....
take the gun,
one bullet,
close the chamber,
spin it round.
to the head and clicking sound,
spin it round,
to the head and clicking sound,
spin it round,....

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This and other poetry written in this journal are copyright by Don Morris

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