11/05/75
Tears well up
and spill from my eyes,
From too many lows
and too few highs.
Until I find myself
with a jolt of surprise.
Envying every
man who dies.
God, where are you?
Are you still there?
What makes my life
always seem so bare?
Please don't let me
live and cry,
If nothing else
please let me die.
