all was lost
in October
with the first frost
my debts paid
with their high cost
no sleep comes
I toss and toss
here one minute
gone the next
the fallible memory
that has flexed
I'm not happy
nor am I vexed
I left a note
just read your text
like a junky,
on crystal meth
cheating life
while feeding death
I gave all
there's nothing left
I fought hard
till my last breath
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License