Precipice

Drunken pills and stumble trouble caught beneath a lifeless rubble he assigned some roles to play burrow deep now, all the way fill her needs and smile bright play your part, it is your plight After a half a century The buried child wants to see still embryonic, primitive skill denial listless, secrets spill he knows now he was never loved when he spoke, quickly gloved and suddenly he needs and feels he rebirths, stretches -but then he reels He has no knowledge of his likes as he waits, the doubt, it strikes it shoves the boy right off his core it shoves his real self out the door Agony splits role and boy living chaos without joy when he ponders go ahead he also weighs if kinder dead he’d like to give you tied up bow but that’s not he, that is his role