Infestation

-michael hoblak

Emptiness infests me like a roach

Through the cracks that have broken

From smoking these roaches like crack

Until my lungs are black and I’m hacking

From the dope in my throat, choking

Like a rope tied around my throat, hoping

For just one more breath before I rest,

So much distress coming so fast,

I’ve seen so much come to pass

Only to learn that nothing ever lasts,

So was I ever ahead or always destined for last?

And am I really dead or was it all just in my head?

fin.