My Life In Word

RUMINATE

I ruminate on thoughts 
In a sad man's head 
Does he wish to be alive 
Or does he wish himself dead 
Has judgment and condemnation 
So broke in his will 
That he'd rather lie supine 
Upon Dead Man's Hill 
Does he think death 
Would be better than life 
Has he tired of the pain 
The struggle, the strife 
Is he dealing with guilt 
So deep and so great 
That his internal voice 
Spews vileness and hate 
Has he not anyone with whom 
His soul he can bare 
Is there anyone who 
Would even give a care 
If he chose 
To end his life 
To be free from the pain 
The struggle, the strife 
Well, I dear brother 
I did give a care 
But you've left me alone 
And in the depths of despair 
I seek and I search 
For the shards of my heart 
That fell to the floor 
When you did so depart 

Simona A. Brinson 

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