He said sometimes he loved to see them

other times must be like being on acid,

not in a real place,


this couldn’t be happening.

like drinking to much

and they made you sick,


room spinning

they brag and make excuses

the non stop noise and crying

Non stop,, non stop

make it stop. tell them no, shut up!

“Do you hear that?” He whispered.

“No Sir.”

“I think they’ve gone.”