proof of life after landing on a pile of rocks

Throw me off the cliff
to the bottom
where only rocks reside.

I need to die.
I need to perish.
I need to see the other side.
I need to the prove the other side wrong.

I sit here for hours…thinking

how could I go ahead and prove you wrong…

but you’ll always fall back on the same false argument;

“I have faith.”

…but no proof.

Whatever, this shit doesn’t matter anyway.

We’ll both be dead soon enough.
I still hope you speak at my funeral.
Or don’t.
It doesn’t matter.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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