Poetry
Slow Down
2025
Wake up, he says,
it's time to go
The sign post called a name
it's time to go,
do we really have to?
Semper Fi tears, I can’t comprehend
I'm past the point of learning,
I don’t understand—
the frailty of youth,
My mind was fucked
and you don’t know what you’ve done
Now that you've left me,
the only son.