Without you mother

Life is pain

Love is loss

Elementary my dear no one

Knowing we aren’t alone 

But fighting to be

Providing for our children 

With hurt or harm 

Hell is for who?

Everyone 

Hidden in forests 

Of our old high school drinking spots

Remnants of good times and agreement 

Only to go off and part

Sold off for sickness and sorrow 

With philosophy for no tomorrow not acceptable 

As we exist daily 

Think of a time 

When life expectancy was so short

What memories might have mattered 

With no tv or chemical imbalances