ALT To a Life in Despair Don't. Don't go to the bridge. Don't wake in your coat in the morning light and carry those stones into the river. Don't find your father's pistol in the attic, hidden in the family albums. Don't. Don't pour the pills into the whiskey, the walls dissolving like your childhood. Don't, just don't choose not to wake. Stay. Just stay. Tell yourself you'll do it tomorrow. You can always walk alone into the darkness. But not yet. Not yet. Not this soon. I don't have a reason to give you. All I have is the morning, and the autumn wind, and the child you once were in the darkness, looking at the new moon through the ruins, saying save me, save me, save me, and the moon looking back with her vacant face saying I promise, I stone- cold promise that the face of utter hopelessness is the face of something just about to change. —Joseph Fasano