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Dogs 2018

AN EASY DAY TO DIE
(11/6/18)


some mornings
we awake
at odds
with our
environment

discomfort

depression

pain

hinder
our every
movement

we search
our surroundings
for a solution

but the world
seems
hazily distant

as if
we were
no longer
a part
of this existence

we are
exhausted
from trying
to belong

from trying
to succeed

our fight
is gone

we wish
to fake fetal
in a dark corner

wait
for the mood
to pass

this
would be
the time
to kill us

all struggle
gone

floating
face down

drowned
but not
quite dead

quite
at peace
with our
demise

please hold
our heads
under

just a few
seconds more

tell them
all
that we
were no bother
at the end