[sral]

Headless Verseman’s drop:

Busy in thought thinking of the misery brought
My mother died birthing me, the apple fell, it physically dropped
Hurting me, the entire world seems absurd to me
Transfixed on death that's been hanging around since they were nursing me
My father was always cursing me, to him I was a lost cause
A mistake, definitely not a happy little accident ala Bob Ross
Now I sit here happily, content and speak thanks
That my father finally did one good thing in his life and hung himself from this tree branch
A balance of sanguine/rot, I'm paying the price
The pain for talent sought, content aknowleding the transient nature of life
Reading Allan Watts, how can I figure out the sentences
and ponder everything around me and our interconnectedness
The birds and the bees, the worms and the trees
The dirt and the leaves, the clouds swirling with glee
Are all connected to a girl and its me!
But then darkness fell over me chillingly
With all my heart it seems, I've fallen victim from the start
If we are all connected my father tried killing me! but which part...