I’m lost… failed to repair
Way past meds, and gentle care
I’ve drown in regrets, stupid words
And old mistakes
What’s tomorrow? Who can tell
More importantly, I won’t yell
No tears, no nightmares
No silly girls’ tiaras
And what’s now? Now’s useless
In the drunken state of “less”
Reduced to atoms, nerves,
and swears
I stand up, or slouch, or lean
The floor suddenly seems clean
To just drop, forget, or cease
I hiccup, and fall, at ease
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(c) JG 2025
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