
SUICIDE
knew
I wouldnt
But there I sat.
I knew
I wouldnt
But there I watched
Parading bottles
And
A gun.
I knew
I wouldnt
But here I had
In sweaty palm
A thing
Called life.
It was some trinket
Shivering there
While I
With cruel hard lips
And long tight fingers
Watched
And held
That thing.
I knew
I wouldnt
Although
I knew
I could.