I'm dreaming
Keeling over in a grass field
While a bunch of children play like it's recess
They're a background noise to my bewilderment
I'm looking for a lost pet, ladybug
A random boy walks up to me, I only see his tiny shoes
"What are you doing?"
"Well, I was drowning but now I'm looking for someone's ladybug."
I reach for my back pocket for a crumpled up missing pets poster to show him
With the image already tattooed on my mind's eye
I look up, he looks six, I've never seen him before.
His friends call him by a familiar name.
My brother. My brother. My brother.
And I find myself keeling over again in a grass field
Drowned out by the noise of playing children.
And a suffocating ladybug under my hand as I grip the grass
Trying to ground myself from a dried out throat
But the noise, the noise, and the face I've never seen hurt so much more
suffocating the bug of a feeling that's already missing
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PoetryTW' trauma dumping read this in an accent, thank you. Yes, all thoughts are authentic but never original. This kills me, so I search. It would kill me less if all authenticity didn't claim healing is a forgetting through the passage of time. That t...
