if it rings true
how bitter dry my mouth has been
despite rainy eyes, shallow and disperse
its dew a waste of saliva run astray
clothes of moderation cannot conceal salvation
alcohol is not the Higher Power that cures a cowards heart
the award of merit is my own and the judge personal and familiar
closer to Home, a tribute, don't you hate me, you own me
lying, cheating my patience gazed away in a distance farewell
to the bitter possibilities of change that came to bring me joy
one quick to burn when we met at the crossroad of goodbyes
must we deny happiness at its climax? no celebrations
no more birthday cake, no parents glee, no one left to bury
that was my decision
do not sympathize with the conclusions of my meltdown
I ran and keep running away from stable ground
at least until I have no more friends around, no more time to combat this demons
to find myself in doubt, to drown despite knowing how to float, to swim one needs determination I suppose
if ever a lie I was told, which I recent...father
is how Time does not amend this wound, this pain does not fade
my heart was caged at Home
and nowhere else feels like home.
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