How many times did you die?
How many did they bring you back?
What drove you to the edge of steel?
Your brother’s taunts
Your father’s indifference
Your step fathers advances
Your mother’s indifference
The numbness lost in cocaine
Your indifference
Every time you lay on your back
Their indifference
Here in Florescent glow
I wait, awaiting
Wanting to know
You said it felt right
as crimson poured out
You felt set free.
as you lay there
nearly drained
Pain emptied
Your thoughts to me
You cried aloud
Out Loud
My lack of indifference, Help!
Rising in your throat
So now tell me
Do you feel any different?
#NaPoWriMo- Day 5
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Very powerful, moving. It reminds me of bleak years as a teenager, trapped in a kind of netherworld of indifference and ennui, thinking the only way to feel alive was to die.
Yes I too recall this feeling. Indifference is a killer.
That’s just what it feels like
My beloved high school BFF described it to me so well I’ve never forgotten. Sorry you also know.
When you court death in order to feel alive and then outlive the darkness you wind up embracing life with a steely cynicism and an unrelenting grasp…and we are extremely hard to kill as a result. Love Red
Oh Red this I too understand.
So, we understand each other…thought so Dana.
Yup
🙂