In Reverse

Sprawled on the music room rug

Next to desk that addressed a fist

The baby came over and laid on my chest

And purred - what have you got left?

I split the pills in half so they last

But they still go pretty fast

The side effects make me sweat

So I got more pills to handle that

Wake and call in,

Coma, staying home again,

The clock reads rock bottom

The mirror mocks

Now I live in reverse,

Because the more I move forward

The more it hurts

I, incurable, cursed

No more music no words

Could it be?

I'm sick of me

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