At the end of the rainbow, where do I go,
I know not what to expect but more endlessness,
If when everyone leaves the party I would not get so low,
Left only to look back upon such emptiness,
Slowly meandering through one meeting and then another,
All of them so happy and filled with glee,
If I could hide from it all, a pillow with which my screams to smother,
Would they notice I'm gone, would any one of them miss me,
I think that never shall I fit into this world so torn and jaded,
Life has not left a place for some,
Those that found one more forceful when they invaded,
The rest to the world, just burdensome
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Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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I think these are things that we all think about from time to time. Well written and well expressed.