It was a clear April morn’
Swirling clouds reach the room,
People’s voices hasten the room’s atmosphere.
Alcohol and liquor splurge themselves,
Empathy and reason, left the room.
Call me tonight, I’m free.
Neon lights the street.
Collapsed on the floor, don’t call mum.
I’ll be alright, after all
Nothing I do makes any difference.
Questions, thoughts and queries,
Write me off, I gave up.
Brain danced itself away.
Celebration took away by concern and anger.
I can’t beat it all.
Say my name quietly,