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Nowhere
Heading towards the setting sun;
To kill myself again.
No faith.
No fear.
No family.
I need not a single friend.
I'm on the road to nowhere.
The old me in the rear view mirror.
Heading towards the setting sun;
To kill myself again.
No faith.
No fear.
No family.
I need not a single friend.
I'm on the road to nowhere.
The old me in the rear view mirror.
Hang In There
You write a good poem. I die daily and rise to write or scream at the world's ill and evils. Then continue my days, yelling at the pigeons. Read to lose time. Pill a pain, eat meat - a life nearing an ending sometime or other.
I’m late at responses
Thank you so much.
The Krook