So many roads I have traveled
Since that fateful day
When I learned of your existence
Peeing in the bathroom of a movie rental store
Smoking a joint
And at a stop sign reading the results
I remember the scream of anguish
Guilt despair and loneliness
Arrived with and exhale of smoke
Strung out and drunk
Grieving for what I had lost
Not knowing where I was going
I know how you were made
But with who
I can not answer
I consoled my grief
With two men
Neither of them caring
When it was known that you
Were swimming in fluids encased within
A solution had to be determined
My compadres said we can fix that
With a bottle of Jagermeister and Percocet
And an impromptu abortion
That day I cried and felt a bit of me die
I had killed you
Before the doctor ever got his machine near you
My road is now more contented
But I haven’t forgotten you
My sweet creation of grief and addiction
1 comment:
Based on true events, I presume?
I can relate...
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