It Never Ends
Poem By Jeffrey Philip Clegg
Sitting here at this fucking computer
Wondering what I'm going to bang out next
Life all twisted like shards of shrapnel
Body aching, death around the corner?
What I'd give for a fistful of painkillers -
Make it all go away.
Beer to help me sleep
The occasional cigarette makes me a little sick
Clean up the act
Or go to the final scene?
Is physical trauma just fallout from the mind?
Is emotional turmoil just embodied in the head?
Is the answer that there are no answers?
To be continued...