“Dry yer tears Ma”
as he smiled and left
me
bereft and
worried again.
Rock bottom is calling but will you ever bounce
back
or will that silent slumber
steal you away
in a chemical cocktail
shoved mercilessly in your veins.
Im tired of this hollow pain
I carry by myself.
You get to leave and fly
high.
Im standing here with an anchor
of grief in my gut
hoping one day
I will see my boy again.
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Author:
Dandylion (
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