Spinning

I am spinning in
a vacuum like a
leaf falling from a
tree that has been
hit by the rain

I cannot keep this
up for very much
longer, because I have
no reason to live
in this world now.

But then, wouldn't it
just be a little
bit silly to just
end everything like this
and be another statistic?

Alas, the spiral brings
me down, and the
depression that I have
that the world has
given to me wins

Once and forever, this
is the endless end,
the one that I
knew was coming, but
I wished never did.

Copyright 1995 Patrick Glass


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