Goodbye
One step, two steps, three steps, four
Up the stairs with hideous thoughts
Preparing myself as I open the door
My mind, even now, is trying to stop me, all for naught.
Towards the edge of the roof, I look.
Placing a note on the side for all to see
Many people on the floor looking shook.
I take a step forward, imagining I will be free.
I fall, but freedom is not on my mind.
I see my father drinking himself to death.
Stumbling like a fool
Words unable to come out of his mouth
At home all day, not even taking a step
My mother, whose body is in decline
Her throat destroyed
Cigarette half burnt, falling into the ash
Her eyes gave out to death
My brother indulging himself in meth.
Teeth rotten and gone
His skin destroyed beyond repair
His mind dislocated, broken
What am I doing?
I still want to be with them
I don’t want to die.
Please wake up, I don’t want to say goodbye.
Copyright © Om Patel | Year Posted 2023
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