my brow rests
on life’s horizon
not looking
just realizing
it has always
been there

oh if the past
were a theater stage
and i could rearrange
the scenes and acts
while the curtain rests

hung in front of
those participating
what could i change
that would a
difference make
to those watching

waiting for
my suicide
which will
never happen

unless my
condition becomes
terminal

but life is

05/26/2012