Sometimes I think about leaving—
Not even packing up or bidding farewells—
Just leave as I am:
Heartless, hopeless, alone,
My life has reached Armageddon,
With everything laid waste by a nuclear holocaust
When the atom bomb dropped before me,
Incinerating every trace of freedom and tranquility.
I have grown weary of combat
And watching the mistakes pile up,
Like I’m bearing witness to Prometheus
Or Sisyphus, but I cannot offer help or rescue.
This field, once verdant and soothing,
Has been razed and sits barren,
And only my tears water the ground.
In a word, I’m seeking to abandon,
Because it’s a better choice than the alternative.