Sorry


As another shot sips down my throat
I awake from a dream that I didn’t want
Like the child I didn’t see
Like the purse from an elder stolen
Like the life I could’ve had
The life that Mother said I should
The one without the bruised biceps and slit wrists
But that was long ago, before the crushed pills and rolled dollars
Before I ran away from it all
Now I sit here wondering what could’ve been
As the water rises and tears fall
Pull me out from inside, it’s the only way to feel
Just close your eyes, she used to say
As I drifted away from the bedtime stories
Just close my eyes, I say to myself
As I slide under, drifting away
I’m sorry, Mother. But, it’s too late now.
I’ll see you on the other side.

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