In light of May being mental health awareness month I got some new poetic reflections for you. Memories of the past. I carry them always.
It was the 11:59 on the Thursday,
It was the gorilla suit that you had me wear,
It was the time of our lives, it was you and your
Friends, I was to young to know better.
It was the 12:00 am on the Friday
You crossed over into another day
You were the one that was in view
You were the one that was new
All I wanted was to stay in the
Forever with you.
It was the 3am like most nights
We paced and prayed and spoke
Like we were still in Eden,
This wasn’t pleasure or paradise
I stayed up all night for you,
I walked around asking for your direction.
What was it about this city?
I am sorry I didn’t know any better,
Everyone moved away, everyone I know
It was the 4am where I spiraled down,
When I wanted out of this town,
You were embarrassed and so was I,
Was I to afraid to succeed,
Was fear the only thing to cling to,
Cause I went home,
Cause I was alone,
Cause dad should’ve left a long
It was the 6am that ended all the shifts,
And it was a time to remember,
All I could remember was the anxiety,
It weighed on me heavy,
I wanted out and never to return again,
But I did and we all suffered,
I lost it and you moved away,
The east coast I did not belong,
Why was I waiting for new friends,
I had none anyway.
It was the 8am hour,
And I was still awake,
Light slipping through the windows
Are you the one to worship?
Are you the one to follow?
Are you the one I built my life around?
It is here. I suffer. I still bleed those
Memories. I still think.
I still sink,
And, am, in need of You.