Sat 7:01 PM

suicide notes present tempting propositions
missing departed friends while deconstructing afterlife
and investigating lost dreams between the cracks in concrete
if holding-on is what i’ve been doing all my life isn’t letting-go the most humane thing left to do?
wrestling with reason, i’d give anything for an end
not to see what i see when i close my eyes
or think what i do in moments of silence
in consideration of consequence…
no comfort is worth my soul
to surrender battle is to betray past defeats
so i choose to wait patiently