Pop, Pop, Poppin
Pop, pop, poppin’
Never stopin’
There is no break,
From COVID outbreak.
It’s late and I’m on my own,
Fireworks bang and I’m all alone
But the noise hits me
It tries to trick me
Is it my friend?
Is it my foe?
It all depends
on who you know.
Infection is definite
It’s seeks and destroys
Maybe there’s a benefit
In the midst of the noise.
Who is out there?
Setting up rockets
Shooting through the air
I reach in my pocket
I put it in the air
I’m neither here nor there.
I think they’re done
Another night of fun
Father has nightmares
He’s ptsd and pissed
He jumps awake
Over and over again.
I’m trying to listen
Beyond what I hear
I’m trying to be
One with my fear.
Another rough day
Another rough year
But hope is there always
When the smoke clears.
My pain is my best friend
It’s a learned thing
To take what you hate
And accept what it brings
Pop, pop, poppin’
It’s sure to end
And when it’s stoppin’
I’m alone again.
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