My world was seemlessly falling
Apart from all that was good.
One morning I woke to my alarm,
ringing for an hour straight,
it finally cut into comatose thoughts.

I threw off my sheets, hopped up,
and the world shifted, tilted sideways.
My brain crippled, as I grabbed my chest
and let out a grunt muted by a heave,
letting out acidic stomach juices.

When I came to, I found my head leaning
into a hole, where my spew should've been.
The gap looked like a tear, completely
without this time and space. It drew
me in; I peaked to see to where it went.

Glancing in, I found nothingness.
The choice remained between this place
and the newly found parallel universe.
The choice was simple. I gathered nothing
and dove in, leaving this place, easily.

When life becomes a routine of self-loathing,
a place when money is what matters, and not
happiness, the choice is simple. I'd give
anything to be out of debt, living under
a bridge, poor, happy, writing poetry.

04/15/2006

Author's Note: I enjoy this poem.

Posted on 03/02/2007
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