The Cure

by William D. Miles
(Clovis,CA)

I am the source of pain in the universe, every teardrop every fear. I am going to take my own life, my end draws near. I am abnormal in every aspect of the word, and proud of it. I struggle to slice both my wrists now my life is shit. I carry a heavy burden of self hatred on my back. I am tired of the life I'm leading with my soul on a rack. I have the cure to the problems my death is planned. I'm dying slowly and enjoying it even as I'm damned. I am laughing and my smile grows wider as I die and slip away
I have these last words I demand to say
I was the source of Pain in the universe every teardrop every fear I have taken my own life my death was the cure.