London

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

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