I’m dancing
With a particular tune in my
Head.
Daddy don’t live here anymore
Something smooth,
No words
Just feelings instead
Drunken with disaster
Mommy lies on the floor
While I ponder
On everything,
I can feel my me
Swaying,
Even as I lay in bed.
And me, left to examine this wretched view of life slowly dying
Happy about being
Happy,
Maybe that’s what I’ll
Call that tune inside my head.
Searching very slowly, for a cure, and telling myself to keep trying.
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