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Life in a moment while sitting in my car / For my daughter

It’s  ten thirty-three

and I’m sitting in the seat

of my nice red car

not drinking, not the bar.

 

I wish it was easier

than keeping it calmer,

the more advice I get – I give

The more I search for the will to live.

 

Grasping at straws trying to help

Sometimes I’m just angry and I yell.

Taking it easier and living it slow

changes my face as I move forward, grow old.

 

It’s not my age that makes a difference

It’s not the pain, it’s the helplessness.

I’ve got to give all I got to you,

to your sister and brother and your daddy too.

 

Flipping it, shaking it, sleeping it off.

I wish I could drink till my head spins off.

But, I am just spiraling now, out of control,

so I need to stay occupied, keeping my whole.

 

Don’t fret, don’t threat,

Don’t live and let die.

Be happy, not cross,

Don’t live and hide.

 

This life is a blessing

and you’ve got so much to give.

Learn to create and

to spread love and live.

my girl

Post Pills

spit-ill

post free pills
itch-in knives not

too sharp.
Too painless.
Too painful in my heart.

Tears scattered.

            Bitter-meant me.

*** Although not originally, but now linked to OpenLinkNight~ Week 9. Joe Hesch really knows how to host and pour drinks at dverse Poetry Pub. All are invited!

DIE


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