I don’t know where to start with what I haven’t already finished.
The fan is always blowing.
My fear is always showing.
I want to share another cigarette and listen to the drums in your garage.
Note: I wrote this poem many years ago after a friend of mine committed suicide. This one’s for you Ben. May is mental health awareness month. For the love of yourself and those who care for you, if you need help, GET HELP. We are here for you.