Forever Incomplete

A glass of wine
and a handful of pills
would be all that it takes
to make it all stop...

I've ached to make it all go away...
... like closing the final chapters of a book that has no happy ending.

And thusly, mine will be the same.

Unfinished chapters with half complete sentences
never tell a full story
and will never complete me.

But I am, forever incomplete.

In my next book,
I want to be a poet,
wandering the dingy streets of Paris
with nothing to care about
and the inability to care if I had to.

But, if I fall asleep forever,
maybe I can pretend in my dreams
that it is exactly how it was meant to be.

In a glass of wine
and a handful of pills
I can find salvation.
I can claw my way through dirt,
concrete, glass, and liquid metal.

And in a glass of wine
and a handful of pills,
I can finally find my way out.