The Final Poem

He has nothing left
estranged from his family
and all but one friend;
someone who knows
of his struggles
and has been there
when needed
whilst
the rest ran away

He’s been left to live
amongst the drunks
and junkies
in close quarters
with animals
whilst fighting the cells
that are ruining his body

He then discovers
some truth
in a web full of lies
involving the only source
that could cut deeper
than his incurable disease
or his ever worsening poverty

In order to cope
he swallows
a two month supply;
not to get high
but just not to feel
so the pain will cease

He lies on his
flimsy mattress
and he types
the final poem

He texts it out
and he closes his eyes
whilst he awaits
his self-inflicted mercy
to take effect


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