No More Shutter Eye

9/28/20

Entrails stretched across the street,
blood trail upon a school stool.
Never a moment's time wasted-
Yet wasted feels all my time.

Pursuing a way to let it all out-.
I’ve never been one to shout.

Sheets
and sheets
of diagrams amore.
Words
and words
of abhorrent rapport.

Planning out far from ahead.
Ideas gleaning onside my head.
Simple life tasks lay,
lying awake.

No more shutter eye.
No more breath.
All I’d rather die
And lay my last breath.