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
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