Lacy Tour.
Lacy, “What are you thinking about?”
I say, “Being dead.”
“Why are you thinking about that?” proclaims Lacy.
I respond, “It’s not that I’m contemplating suicide.”
I think, “It’s just you’re about to die and we’re all in St Croix living a lie.”
I do hope she’s ok after all.
I’ve already contemplated suicide,
Back when I was five,
Put the gun between my eyes,
And chose life,
Aimed it, squeezed it at the sky,
Calling Mommy to my side.
Eyes full of tears she cried, and cried, and cried.
Years later you wonder about me and why.
Because we all have a choice,
Some choose to die.
It’s hard to hear the silent shouts.
After the easy way out.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
