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Are you okay? Yes I am.. But I wasn't , As I responded to that, Because what else to say, When you aren't, Are you feeling good? Yes I am.. When I wasn't, But how will it help, If I responded for real, Do you need water? Yes I want.. But just shut down, The surrounding chatter, With infinite laughter, I couldn't bear, The noise, Inside me growing larger, Than my voice that was, Shaking my exterior poise, My daughter, Came closer.. As she held my, trembling hand, As she whispered, Mom, it will get better.. My partner, Looked at me, And wanted me to know.. It's okay, Not to be okay, Getting drunk, And throwing up.. Is all part of growing up, Till the part, Where you start loving, Just water again.. My mom and dad, Comforted me,  That although sad as it looks, Things aren't that bad.. As explained by the books, Relationships and people, Are the ones that make you stable, While everything else, Can topple,   Well, there will be loads of trouble, But more than that t

Tis Nothing

Nothing perhaps is wrong..
Nothing perhaps gets exceedingly long.
Nothing perhaps can be so strong..
That it cannot see how vehemently..
It gave in to the one who didn’t ever belong.
Nothing perhaps is left out..
Nothing perhaps is misfortune..
Nothing perhaps can seep in free of doubt.
That it finally seems to be peeling off..
Like the dried out skin..
Gorging out like the blatant drum roll over tin.
Nothing perhaps was there..
Nothing perhaps will spare..
Nothing perhaps will even lend a stare..
Nothing perhaps that one last word..
That has pulled back from getting overboard.
Realizing being allured is not freedom.


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