I’m Fine, I Really Am
Typewriter poem #4
I’m Fine, I Really Am
My loneliness is a single teardrop
Not a torrential downpour in a hurricane
My pain level has gone from Mr. Yuck to sad face
I’m learning how to walk with one leg
To tie my shoes with one arm
To breathe without lungs
To feel without a heart
I’m learning to love myself
With my hand since there’s no woman there
In my bed, my couch, my life
I’m learning to be a dad without a wife
I only think of suicide 75% of the time now
I’m learning to go on with no future
To go through the motions when I’m paralyzed
To live when hope is gone
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