Sometimes


Sometimes,
Sometimes-
I feel the maybe
Hanging in the air
From a noose made
Of wildflowers.

Ignorance is bliss
But the truth we choose
Sings for no one. Pain
Brings us comfort in the
Reassurance that we are alive.
But sometimes,
What we wish for most
Is to stop living-
And the pain becomes
Just a mockery of a sweet reminder.

Sometimes

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