I am a fool <br />with too many words inside of me <br />I let them out <br />I hold them in <br />I vomit them <br />and many are repulsed <br />when like a dog <br />I am left <br />lapping up my own words <br />as if they were gifts <br />from me to <br />whomever <br />whatever <br />wherever <br />because each and every one <br />demands a reaction <br />more often than not <br />the reaction is <br />judgement <br />one way <br />or another <br />my bloodletting <br />spurts of and from <br />my soul <br />lies <br />in chalked outlines <br />where I lay <br />and where I have lied <br />my blood and body <br />compromises me <br />over and over again <br />withers <br />but never completely dies <br />this my own <br />this my own <br />chronic suicide <br /> <br />01/22/09 11: 34pm E.S.T<br /><br />Stephen Warren Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chronic-suicide/
