Epitaph, a poem written by James Dean Collins at Spillwords.com
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Epitaph

Epitaph

written by: James Dean Collins

@TheGigconomist

 

Dead end street,
Joint in my mouth,
I came here to sleep
But the sun came out.

The lake’s in front,
The concrete’s behind
I’m out of gas,
But what’s the time?

I have a job,
Or three or four,
I have a life,
But I’m not sure.

I’ll find the ocean,
I’ll see the end,
I’ll go on,
But not my friend

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

For Amy. I hope you’re free and without pain. Rest in peace.
If you be my best friend, I’ll love you forever.

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