Drowning In The Trash Can

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "Interstate Freedom"

Submitted: March 29, 2016

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Submitted: March 29, 2016



Drowning In The Trash Can


The world's not over

I'll just never see her again

I'm not just "single"

I don't even have a friend

If I rule my own world

You'd think I could keep some one in it

But do I ever?


I guess that's just life's rules

But since I rule

Couldn't I change that?

Miles of crap

__fall from the sky

And I

__my own humbly servant

____cannot stop that

If I knew myself now

How could I hide from the truth?

I'll just wait here for the death

__that I know is inevitable

And when all is gone

I'll wait here in the fog

With thee afterglow

__lingering in the distance

When I am shaken

I will fall

And when I do

Death to me all

The soup I don't care to drink

Will cause my eyes to blink

And weight heavy upon me

When the power to lose myself

Becomes stronger than the power to find myself

I will know what is to become of me

"A dead fish"

As I am picked up out of the trash

By some homeless person

Or some recycler

I'll know the difference

Between "ale" and "barf"

Life is hard

The hardest thing to live

Even harder than living a lie

And when it's time to die

Will I have lived it by then?

I don't know how

And I don't know when

But if I don't get the garbage

__out of my head

Going nowhere will be unavoidable

So let me get away

With fallowing this path to destruction

'Cause how can things get any better

When they only can get worse?


03-24-'16 #1

D. L. Cannon

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