This Cup

This Cup

I don't want to dance without you

I don't even want to hear the tune

I don't even want to see a sky that's blue

Or hear the word June

I don't want to write out Christmas cards

Or see the snow fall

Or pick up these shattered shards

From the mirror I busted in the hall

I don't want to sing Happy Birthday

Or spend another holiday alone

All these things I could say

If you was home

I stare at this broken reflection

Just a fragment of a lost memory

To cover up this complexion

I'm missing a part of me

To scream at this ugly ceiling

Won't change a damn thing

From all the dust I'm feeling

Makes my vocals not want to sing

It's like jumping into an inky black river

And sinking straight down

My lips begin to quiver

My eyes bleed brown

Plunging into this nightmare

I can't find my way up

My brain begins to not care

As I drink from this poisonous cup

I cry out into the darkness

But still I sink

Inside this personal abyss

I slowly begin to drink

The tar hits my stomach 

And covers up my soul

It doesn't even make me sick

Instead I feel whole

A.D. Small

November 25, 2023