The last two poems have been fairly cheery but I have changed the tone with this last one I’ll call, Lost Your Way. If you haven’t read #3 Paper Spines. Give it a read.
Your face was white when you walked through the door,
and they say your hair was a mess.
When she asked If you had more than four
you threw up onto her dress.
Your father yells in the lobby,
as your mother cries in the chair;
wishing you had another hobby
which didn’t lead to despair.
You say there’s a feeling that won’t subside
it happens every time you inhale
your friends they’re blind, they say they tried
but I watch through the fabric as your skin goes pale.
I heard your friend on the phone,
her voice had broken to whimpers;
she says your father found you all alone,
and he prayed to God in whispers.
I still remember a girl,
who lived to sing her song
she told me once she’d walk the world,
if the only birds could sing along.
So you lay in a padded room,
which has a padded ceiling;
the nurses say you may leave soon,
as they tie your wrists, while kneeling.
Your friends are whispering to each other
“where did that pretty girl go?”
Tears great your father and mother
as your life, you finally let go.
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