A poem I wrote.
life rejection
suffering with hemorrhoids
sitting has become a chore
scratches his balding head
the few remaining strands
fall to the floor
potential wasted
could have been a star
too interested in fun
immersed in drunk sleep
difficulty breathing
blood blockage
shortness of breath
tranquilized sedation
paroxysmal hemorrhage
mother does not care
jar of ashes
kaleidoscopic montage of memories
none fond
mixes ashes with soup
lets father consume son
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