Cigerettes 

Liquor and booze

I wake at the stroke of noon 

My head beats like an on going drum.

Is this what it’s like to continuously be numb? 

A loss at words 

An act of tragedy.

Family matters,

People dieing. 

A girl who’s father is crying. 

In a hospital bed 

With no FUCKING LEG.

 

All the while 

I stare at the morning sky 

remembering the days he took me to see the butterflies.