May the stars forever light our path to salvation.
May I some day survive this deprivation.
I’m but a metaphor wrapped in an analogy with no analogous belief,
No hope of accomplishing any subjunctive relief.
I just endure, persevere and survive.
Longing for the days when I felt so alive,
So I count down from five.
When it gets to one I’ll load my gun.
Spin the barrel, the fun’s begun.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016