buried in my head
So you live the high life,
as swamping on egg-plant
and the salty of the seeds.
You brought nothing
to your troubled life,
your father, excuses,
mother so proud
and yet you're so alone....
I too feel the high
of no gift of suicide,
its brings no closure
to these fights,
repeatedly
in my head,
if my mother,
could....
well,
I did
forgive
I don't
know
how to be...
she's been dead
for a few years.
Yes, I'm troubled
but you were
the ignition
buried in my head.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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