Last Finger Before I Plumet-Drown In Misery Poem by Troy Clark

I'm barely holding on
to a ledge that’s covered in filth.

A sinless, sinful ooze that's
Afflicting pain in deep places.

One finger slips and I feel the weight
Of an entire life time of pain

And misery, self loathing and jealousy
Scarred hearts and empty, discarded

Alcohol bottles that couldn’t end it
Not even to a dull murmur, a small whisper

That could have at least tried to comfort me
In some mysterious way.

Day after day, afraid to admit the simple truth
To confront this sin of speech, I sit idle

And watch my own tears form rivers, lakes, oceans
That people build boats, bridges, jet skies

To cross over, to play on and with
Only to yank the simple puppet strings

Of my broken mirror of a heart
With only reflections of plains of lush grass

Sweet, sweet flavored wind that stole
It’s blessed nectar from this beautiful land

Another finger down, three more to go
Another finger down, two more to go
Another finger down, one more to go

One last look at the starry clear night
A perfect temperature, light wind

Cars and the sound of music and people
In the distance. The smell of life at its ripest

Then I fall, and drown myself in misery