all these lonely souls for whom the bell tolls with
razors
pills
or
just falling down into gutters of despair
life’s unfair
it’s complexity of neurotic impulses guided by daily stress
to go on
treading the world where only existence is the self going round and round as if a gerbil
in it’s cage
and the cage is on the floor next to the bed of its owner
she’s a sleeping beauty now……
there’s a nightstand with an open empty bottle
her eyes will never open
nor
will she feel pain anymore
and someplace on the other side of the planet
a child is living a nightmare
no one will suspect nor connect looking at all the family photographs with smiley faces
her daddy
her guardian
her provider
her secret lover
while mommy’s passed out from her daily cocktails too many
talking in her sleep how her husband’s cheating on her
and their next door good neighbors are arguing again intoxicated as usual
while their teenaged son’s in his bed room blocking out the noise with headphones watching gay porn
contemplating a razor
or maybe a rope
for whom the bell tolls
the silence
comes as a friend
a friend
called
THE END
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