Surprise Party

sad poems

Sad Poems

 

The dates of my birth and suicide
Ironically, coincide,
Party goers see the inside
Of my brain against the wall.

I didn’t invite them anyways
to this occasion – my special day
Which in hushed voices, later they will say
Really was a shock.

“He didn’t seem to be the type”
“A fruit rotten before it was ripe”
“Why did he have to do it tonight”
I am better off.

 

more by T. MAPLEY

photograph by Nikolai Jelenkovic

 

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