I was lying in the fetal.

Lost in thoughts I shouldn’t show.

I was wondering what the world was now.

So much more than I could know.

I still hear all their anger.

So much love they say they lost.

I’m not saying I don’t feel for them.

But their brains have all been tossed.

They’ve been drinking into morning’s.

And the months have turned to years.

I think that I should get up now.

Such a slippery slope, those tears.