The Thread.

Wish
you could turn off
the questions, turn
off the voices,
turn off all sound
yearn
to close out
the ugliness, close
out the filthiness
close out all light
Long
to cast away
yesterday, cast
away memory,
cast away all jeopardy.
Pray
you could somehow stop
the uncertainty, somehow
stop the loathing,
somehow stop the pain
Act
on your own impulse,
swallow the bottle
cut a little deeper
put the gun to your chest.