Walk On

By Travis J. Wolfkill (2014)

I try and recall lost manuscripts 

From the hand of one who abandoned bliss

I come to the conclusion that

I'm just a masochist

Ranting of insanity

A man without a family

Suicide, friend of no one

I sent pleas to you

Did you know I wrote them?

I need some amusement

In this life of abusement

Between heartbreak and bullshit

I'm on my last limb

My enemies will hate

Until I'm in my crate

On my way too Hell's gate...

Dawn approaches, prayers are worthless

Life is precious only if you want it

They build prisons for when people say, "Fuck it"

And they build coffins for when people say nothing.

So I continue to write

I still have my inner light

Take my hand and walk on.