
It Mends my heart.
The alcohol does.
It flushes away all my nervousness and worries.
If I could've drank the night my grandmother died...I would've.
She is where the stone in our family dropped...
Her death shattered our family to pieces.
Caused breaks in relationships that should've been tighter.
I don't even know my brothers aside from them being my brothers.
We're distant.
Barely anything in common.
I'm distant with people I fuck....
Closer to the people I fuck with.
My day ones will always be apart of My family.
You may not know them to be kin to me...
But blood or not they're kin to me.
Except for 1...
Our journey however, has yet begun.
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About the Creator
Big Skeeg
Poems written between 2014 to Present.
There’s a poem for everyone’s pain.
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