Shards

I long to be in your house of death.
I envision a faceless suicide.
Will this depression last for long?
My soul sings that song.
You knocked me down.
So, just let the ground surround.
Everybody knows I am lost.
One hundred likes to that post.
And I must close another story.
Staring at my face, I see an empty book.
No cover for me.
No hope do I see.
As my dead house of cards,
Tumble into shards.

RGH/JDM
4-23-2021

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