Treasure Island

Jim Milks

(2/7/1966 / Boston)

For Life…


“Dear Diary” I hurt myself today
I cried for all that I have thrown away
Tears that fell like rain
On the marks that track the pain
For a life that has been cast away

“Dear Diary” I imprisoned myself today
Sent away for life like Dostoevsky.
Imprisoned for crimes against my soul
Along the corridors of hell I shall forever stroll
For a life that has been cast away

“Dear Diary” I killed myself today
Wallowing in misery and despair and dismay
In my sickness I pray to Kierkegaard
My soul laid open bare and scarred
For a life that has been cast away

Submitted: Monday, October 01, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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