I Don’t Sleep

Another side of my words

Is the hubris of heart that writes

As he burns

Accepts praise

As he bleeds

Out of the hearts and eyes of others

Not his own

I fail my mother in these rhymes

They don’t feed my sister

Hardly easing the age and worry

I feel I’m a good son

But they grey hair says otherwise

Never have I been an easy person to live by

But maybe it’s time I changed that tune

My head aches with visions

And desires to do wrong

Retaliation for years of being forgotten

Neglected

Abused

Maybe I should tote the rifle

And make them afraid

The very same way I tremble

Before I sleep

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