The Joy of a Simple Haiku

This will be the last The last bag I ever get I'm done with regret

Your voice rings clearly, In the most silent of rooms. As sweet as ever.

I hope he grooms you, So your coat stays nice and clean. And of course your paws.

Another haiku, Written for the sake of you. What more can I do?

Your form hits my eyes, Like my face hits the windshield. Where was my seatbelt?

I'm playing pretend. The loneliest of children, He creates a world.

Withdrawals and brawls, Laughter, a kick to the balls. Back to withdrawals.

A packed lecture hall Cannot drown out the screaming. Need a fucking fix.

Signs of a struggle, Four hands fighting for one gun. I’ve bested myself.

I won't be your pawn, Here I come fucking guns drawn. Bleed out on the lawn.

A kiss far past due. Two pure souls plagued by distance, Finally collide.

Waiting for the train, Uncertain if I will board Or just jump in front.

Three years have passed Since I have talked to you last. Rest in peace, father.

Frozen in my mind, Stuck in the depths of time. Tell me, what's the point?

I'm sick in the head And I fear it's contagious. Please just stay away. 

Sometimes I lay down In the middle of the floor Curled into a ball.