Maybe it was too late in the day to do such things, but she tried to solve his riddle
Under the glow of a full moon, she contemplated what he had said and how he had said it
So many possibilities rattled around her cranium, demanding she fit the moving pieces together
Her head started to pound as she felt the pieces fly away, her ability to comprehend slowly devolving to…
Cold permeated the air as it dripped through the walls.
His teeth chattered comically, so he put on a third sweatshirt.
It couldn’t get more miserable. could it?
Looking at the water pipes overhead, yes, it could.
Leaving his basement, he contemplated the empty fireplace.
Yeah, maybe he didn’t need the couch anymore.
Finding themselves adrift among the waves of emotion
Lifted by the manic highs then dropped into the depressed lows
Oblivious to what used to be normal and peacefully flat
As they bobbed along, unable to control their emotional path
That was when they contemplated letting go and sinking into eternal oblivion to make it stop
Normally I don’t post more after a poem, but I want everyone to be careful. Most of the time we can float through our lives and manage what storms are sent our way. For some, they are ready to let go. If you are one of those wondering if it is worth holding on, please first call the suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255. It is worth that one last chance to find an anchor.
Sometimes they just contemplated their closet
Here were so many choices of things to wear
It boggled their mind how they had so much and yet nothing at the same time
Realizing that they should just get rid of most of it, but what would they keep?
That’s when they gave up and just wore what they wore yesterday
Since it didn’t smell yet
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Dim stars twinkled from far overhead
Overwhelming ancient history is written in those heavens
Mary contemplated how her short existence fit in all of that
Eventually, she embraced her cousins since they were all made of the dust of creation
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The phone was broken, but he was sick of buying new ones. He grabbed his screwdriver and contemplated how to attack the problem. It was probably beyond his ability, but he was damn good with a screwdriver. After drinking three of them it wasn’t fixed, but he didn’t care anymore.
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