Glen Martin Fitch
CHANGE OF PLANS
I had it figured out.
It just made sense.
to ease the pain
and deaden fear,
I'd simply to slink away
This helped a bit
whenever I felt tense.
Till you came,
each dawn I could not think why
I had to rise.
It tore up my insides.
So I took risks.
Tried subtle suicides.
If nothing happened soon,
I prayed to die.
I'd faced my failure.
Yet I couldn't cope
with my desire.
I left my dreams to laps.
Grew cold inside.
And yet, perhaps,
It only happens
when you give up hope.
Now confidence, relief
and new demands.
I'm so damn glad
you messed up all my plans.
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