The small things
and the void
which is fear
one more piece is dying
and the laughter, more
the junkies cry
while I die
fills the mind
behind, catch up
and so, I see
everything but
the pen never lies
pass into
there's the box
nailed shut
falling, I'm down
which is
it haunts, the smile
ghost of heaven
stapled to my head.

by Ben Ranney

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