My only organ

Shuttered in here,
somewhere between boredom and lust,
tucked neatly inside my chest is an organ.
Only one left.
The others were sold for food,
for warmth,
for sex,
and for drugs
—mostly for drugs.
Only one organ left and it beats in an empty chest.
Each tap hammers like a gong,
and each strike is a reminder
of all that was lost.
I struggle to drink plenty of fluids:
water,
juice,
tea,
coffee,
and liquor
—mostly liquor,
in fact,
only liquor.
I try in vain to fill my chest;
and yet, I piss it all away.
I saw a little blood in my urine,
just the other day,
and I wondered if it was time.
And like all great things must come to an end,
suffering is eternal.
I remembered I will not die,
but soon,
gradually,
eventually,
I will lose my only organ.
I will sell it for drugs
and the only sound will be the emptiness of all that is gone
…my only organ.

My only organ

Dave Legere

Joined January 2008

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