failing, yet trying to remain calm
You are bleeding and alone
How much blood do you have left?
Do you even have enough
to call for help?
You talk to the ceiling,
you splatter the walls,
you embrace the spreading pool
beneath you
Even now, you fail to understand
all of your learning and yearning
have not made you a better man
Dying is too easy
they sell it on every street corner
and it hides behind so many eyes
You've turned cold now,
the realization has crept in
This is it--
nothing will be new again
The gray and the rain have
washed you away
All of this--
on such an ordinary day.
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