One big Suicide Café,
Everyone,
Waiting to compete,
But there’s no competition,
Here,
The shelves are empty,
The people too,
And everyone is equal,
Equally,
Tired, sick, voiceless,
Except,
For the politicians,
That is
Whose words are less than
Nothing,
But, I’m keeping myself,
Ink,
Scratchings on a cell wall,
Love so intense,
The last stand,
On the last battlefield,
In time,
And the pinata,
Hangs high,
Above perceived
opportunity,
The crowd swings
Miss,
But one day,
They’ll finally beat it,
To death,
And it’s emptiness
Will fall,
Like a wave of consciousness,
It’s emptiness,
Their emptiness,
But,
I’m not waiting,
I promise,
My love,
On that day,
We will walk upon
A distant shore,
Noticing nothing,
But a change in the wind.
©Fionn Kelvin Thomas 2019
