simply drift away
the wind is howling
today
squeezing through
these paper thin
walls
it sounds like a
cat crying out in
pain
i don't move
a muscle
apathy and
cynicism has
darkened this
heart past the
point of caring
especially when i
can close my eyes
and simply drift away
to some other tragedy
waiting to happen
in this void
i always wonder if
killing myself would
mean anything to
anyone other than
my family
and as i swim here
in this void of life,
despair, delusion
and mediocrity
i'm not even a
blip on the radar
of anyone
and i sense the
disappointment
in my soul
it wants to give
up as much as i
want to
but my brain is
selfish enough
that it needs it to
hurt more for them
the proverbial them
than it would me
time has
never moved
so slow
J.J. Campbell lives, writes and will hopefully die on a farm in Brookville, Ohio. He's been widely published in the small press, most recently in The Joint (Australia), FUCK!, ZYX, Zygote in My Coffee and Opium Poetry 2.0. You can contact J.J. via email at jcampb4593@aol.com
