My Basement
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Written by
Samantha Blackwell
November 2011
Contributor
Written by
Samantha Blackwell
November 2011

It is insane
By the end of everyday
I should stay
And lay

Always afraid
Of something unpaid
Something left undone
From which I wish to run,
Like a bullet from a gun.

Ahh! The gun
After it went off
My fate did change

It opened wide the gate
The door

Oh! No! Not the door!
Down the basement
When it hordes
A person once adored.

He was smitten,
Like a kitten
Not nearly as fit in
the society.

Pity I did take on him
But not long did it take
My soul to break

A clipping chipping,
Heart-less man.
My heart did sign
And like a useless
Tumor within me.

It did spread like a cancer
There was but one person to answer
For the numbness that is me.

Standing within the kitchen
Was the case of my affliction
To fulfill my intention was so easy.

Who would have thought freedom
Could come at so small an expense?
All I needed was the cheap pistol
Why by the handsome revolver when
The cheap thing will do the job?

Maybe once all is done
And all my cares are buried
And no more need me thought of
I shall learn to live before I die again.

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