Confidence

poem by: Andrew Dietrich
Written on Jun 27, 2021 

They said the medication was a good cushion 
They said at one point you wouldn't even need medication 
No type of meditation  helps
What do we do?
What do we do? 
Baby boy... my flame.... what do we do....

 

Tags: Sad, Anger, Confused, Hate,

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