still hanging on by aging threads by J.J. Campbell

 

another night spent
talking to myself

pretending this world
still has a place for me

all the right women
found some other
perfect man

now, i’m staring
death in the face

alone

remembering the child
that lost all hope by the
age of eight

thirty-five years later
still hanging on by
aging threads

but it’s on these nights
where the question for
what has no fucking
answer

i look in her eyes and
wonder why i could
never find the chance
to have one of those
moments a life is
built upon

i look at the shotgun
in the corner

and understand one of
these nights a neighbor
will be calling the police
for what they believe to
be fireworks

One Response to “still hanging on by aging threads by J.J. Campbell”

  1. Ross Vassilev Says:

    YUP. šŸ˜¦

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