I need some strength to wrest my head
From off this stranger’s grip
To settle down and plead my case, though
Sailing a forlorn ship
My eyes scale my sunken skull
As though I killed a man
The bastard weight of my sorrow
Greedily smiles again
Hand me that drink, young son
To drown this heavy soul
A shovel for my corpse, my son
Dig my God-forsaken hole
You are loved.
You are valued.
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