Bad Poetry, circa 2005
Ran across this in an old box of Zak's. Poem I wrote back while I was still dealing with the fire and Nottingham being in the hospital. I can't say as it's any good, so read at your own risk.
I didn't mean to leave you alone.
I didn't want to give you to strangers.
But I didn't know what to do,
Your eyes are so full of pain.
Do you see me,
Or am I a fever dream?
Your voice calls "Mama"
But I don't know how to answer.
You didn't mean to bite,
But the seizures took over.
And I ask myself: Is it your
Heartbeat I feel, or is my arm just
Going numb?
L.A.
I didn't mean to leave you alone.
I didn't want to give you to strangers.
But I didn't know what to do,
Your eyes are so full of pain.
Do you see me,
Or am I a fever dream?
Your voice calls "Mama"
But I don't know how to answer.
You didn't mean to bite,
But the seizures took over.
And I ask myself: Is it your
Heartbeat I feel, or is my arm just
Going numb?
L.A.