I can’t think right now.
Wish I could feel ok
But I have something inside me now.
And it won’t just go away.
I think I’m just fine.
I can’t tell.
Wish I could write something down.
Can’t write the pain away.
Can’t just sing like I once did.
Has taken my confidence.
Has taken my last breath.
Has taken my light switch.
Has left me with little less.
Maybe I’m just dreaming, and this is just a song scheme.
I know I am o.k.
There’s still a lot of life inside me.
Just the debris
A little poetry left inside my belly.
Swill. And swallow.
Goodnight. I’ll see you all
Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.