Carry On

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

We rode in the dead of the night, 

Flashing lights reflecting off those gray eyes, 

Laughing, carrying on as children do, 

Yet I can’t seem to force myself to carry on with the haha’s 

And the “that’s so funny.” 

You carry on about the one time 

You went on vacation, so many friends, 

But where are they now? Maybe I’m the problem. 

I carry on half listening half worried about the magnitude of thoughts that 

Caress my mind. 


A fifth of whiskey, a gun, 

And something’s happened but I don’t know what. 

I press the sleek metal against 

The tip of my temple, 

This is nothing but humane, 

I’ve seen the last straw plucked from its bale. 

I run through the last words that no one would hear 

Goodbye cruel world, 

I love you,

I’m sorry, 

So many possibilities. 

I wince, wince again, 


How do you do that to a person? 

And here you are, 

Carrying on 

About how much you like the flavor of your new puff bar. 


Submitted: December 30, 2020

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