I Finally Won a Solitaire Game…

Perhaps the computer does know,

Perhaps it is being nice to me, I will take it so,

Perhaps I am writing again about nothing,

Perhaps better yet I should, again from my rooftop, sing…

Writing about nothing, just cause I need to write,

Writing about anything, as it is the way I need to stay in touch,

My head seems to be draining, everything in it, as well, failing,

Why can I not just die and be done with it all?

Why do I need to drag it on and extend my eventual fall?

Anti depressants they no longer seem to take effect,

Drugs to calm me, only fog me in my head, I seem to detect,

No I cannot even watch the TV nor play on the computer,

As it reminds me I may not make it to see the next president elect…

Why must I worry, why must I cry, why must I do anything at all but die…?

This started out about solitaire,

And has turned into a muse worthy to be torn, yes I mean tear,

I should with all these drugs have no worries and not a care,

But it is all I can do to keep down my feelings, my fears they do scare…

Enough for tonight, I must get some sleep, blood tests on the morrow,

And many other things do take effect; just tomorrow, I am sincerely in sorrow…

                        © ed – 6/29/04