Panic acts like a pesky alarm
clock, waking you from your slumber.
Do you know where you are?
A loud burst of thunder
sparks confusion; sanity slips through
your fingers and breaks asunder.
"Who are you? Who are you?"
Tears pull your heavy, tired eyes, and
I am frozen; shock will not let me move.
How have you forgotten who I am?
Dad is lost in the rapids of his grief,
leaving me alone with you. Damn
the muck that infects you, that eats
the container of your soul.
Our eyes make contact; please
remember, let your memories enfold
you and release you from
this paroxysm's control.
Through your eyes, I enter the junkyard
of your mind. "I am your daughter."
Hope leaks from the vessels of my heart--
then turns to water and evaporates.
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