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Pretty much on my mind twenty four seven really

Poetry By: lifeofrhyme
Poetry


Tags: Suicide, Loss, Love


try as he might, he cannot stop thinking about her...


Submitted:Sep 18, 2011    Reads: 18    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


He sits on a bench in a park and looks forward

Pictures himself in a car driving back from the shops

Clenches his fists so tight and raises them to his Lord

She crosses his mind again without warning and his life stops

He turns to switch off his alarm by the bedside

Looks forward to a sunny and productive day ahead

Turns his face to his God in the sky beyond his ceiling

She crosses his mind again without warning and his day is dead

He walks into a fast food restaurant needing lunch

Imagines himself maybe pulling the bird at the tills

He walks back out the door that he just came in through

She crosses his mind again without warning and his hunger she kills

He lays in a darkened bathroom soaking his skin

Dreams of one day owning a bar that serves great food

Slides his head below the surface of the bathwater he bathes in

She crosses his mind again without warning and she kills his mood

He opens the door to a second hand car that he owns

Looks in the mirror and plans to shave a new goatie beard

Cups his aching head into his empty and desperately lonely hands

She crosses his mind again without warning and brings all the things that he feared

He returns to the park bench that he visits often alone

Thinks about everything he had and all the things he desires

Screams out a name to nothingness that sprawls out before him

She crosses his mind again without warning and reignites all his old fires

He picks up his mobile telephone to dial the number of a mate

He wants to ask if he'd like to hook up and do something different today

But he has to hang up and bite his lip as he tries to stem the flow of his tears

She crosses his mind again without warning and removes from his mouth what he wanted to say

He goes to the train tracks alone one night for a walk and a think

Plans what to do with the things he can't shake from his stupid stupid head

Dreams about what it would be like to make passionate love to her once again

She crosses his mind again without warning and as the train hurtles closer he is dead





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