means

Maybe a metal barrel

can give me kisses on my cheek

Perhaps some rope

can give me the hugs I seek

Perhaps a bottle of pills

will cure me of the ills

from which I am not free

Would a blade's tickle

feel good on softer parts?

Could my veins and my skin

help make abstract art?

And if I so chose,

would I get some repose

if off a cliff I'm thrown?

These are all questions

with answers I'm not sure are known

But of some things I'm sure -

joy is usually mixed in,

yet the current concoction is agony pure

Is absence of hope for clarity a sin?

Author's Note

opinions welcome