A VOICE FROM THE GRAVE
By Bill Cottringer
I really tried to speak,
But always seen as a freak;
Just making me meek.
Few of you have a clue,
What is really going on,
Way below the surface.
It’s Hell, no below Hell,
Seeing what could be,
Not having what it takes.
Frustration, anger, contempt;
No way to survive and live,
Let alone thrive and give.
What was I supposed to do,
To close this awful gap—
Between having and not?
No clothes, no wheels or friends;
Less ideas, power or good feelings;
You knew what was left—nothing.
You could have figured it out,
The clues were so easy to see,
Quite free to your eyes & heart.
I hope my death is not in vain,
As that would really be insane,
Worse yet, no useful gain.
No, this won’t be the last time,
You get to hear this warning;
Just see and hear it next time.
Please?
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