Neither of our dads needed to die
Bows of trees I didn’t plant bob and dance like an amphitheater of lighters while I scream and sob and laugh at the purgatory I’ve found myself in
Choosing to poison my self constantly so I can pretend I don’t believe in a god that’s never talked back
Laid face up in a thunderstorm begging for some sort of sign
Either struck by lightening or laid to rest
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Love your first line…sadpoem!