And there is another thing he has in mind
I hope you don’t mind, but he’s planning
His self-destruction – selling tickets
For 99 cents to watch on TV
Can you see me? I burst into flames
Swallowed by inferno of passions
My lust for death is too much
And it’ll catch up to me
The world is not ending, no,
But my world is ending, yes
I’m burning – don’t douse me with water
Or throw me in the icy lake
This is the ending I’ve wanted
And yearned for on boring days
When the dread filled me up
Like lead and made me sink
In such terrible ways
Author’s Note: The first line of this poem is taken from John Berryman’s “Dream Song 29.”
(Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash)
This is the maddening spark of self-destruction. Could feel the intensity. 🙂
Thank you 😊