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Going Down The Tubes.

By Ross E F Lombardi

By Ross E Fortune LombardiPublished 5 months ago โ€ข 2 min read

Going Down The Tubes.

By

Ross E F Lombardi

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The pipes are leaking

The relentlessly hungry drain in gapping

The fingers are clawing,

At the edges of this greasy sink .

I am sliding.

.

Everything I do is just a distraction.

Bubble gum, tape and oil to patch the problem.

But even as I fight to jerry fix this blue smoking engine

I know, that eventually it will inevitably fail.

As the plug hole gurgles and pulls me down.

.

I struggle to keep going.

I go down flailing wildly - with unreal smiles and puns.

I try my hardest to move forward

Yet fighting to just stay Still - and yet Still failing.

Knowing I can never win, - I keep holding on anyway.

.

This cannot be done

This is impossible to do

My fingers ache, the happy mask slips,

I lose a few more precious inches - as a dry tear is privately shed.

The drain sucking at my scrambling feet. - "why do I keep fighting this??"

.

All I have are delaying actions

The temporary solutions, - is all I got.

I'm running out of gum

I'm running short of tape

There is no more oil to scrape

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I was never weak,

This was not a fair fight.

I did well to last as long as I did.

Mere tired broken mortal man Vs void powered vortex whirlpool?

- Seriously?

What the hell did you think was going to happen!

.

There was never going to be a happy ending

No rescue, no saving, no rope thrown.

There was never going to be some unlikely miracle victory,

No story plot device pulled, last minute, out of my stinking fat arse!

No magical lightning bolt of luck - out of a random grey cloud.

No salvation in romance, meaning and true love.

Don't be silly!

-

Of course!

The pipes Will burst.

The engine ceases up, stop for good and break.

The relentlessly starving maw will then eat me.

Into its waiting spinning teeth

I will slide, crying, weeping, finally defeated.

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When it happens

When "the shocking" "surprising" conclusion comes.

When the sucking drain takes me.

When the depression wins.

When my illness murders me.

Please, Do not obsess over my failure to keep going.

Please, Remember how hard and how long I tried.

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sad poetry

About the Creator

Ross E Fortune Lombardi

Writer and Artist.

A (Constantly Failing To Be Funny) satirist!

Mutare non est meum

Cantus moriar

EMAIL

[emailย protected]

BLOG:

http://lombot.co.uk

You Tube:

https://www.youtube.com/@Rat_Lombot/featured

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