Then It Will Be Perfect

Her head is an empty crib lately,
invasive dreams of motherhood
that bring her down
when I’m around
but lead to amazing
Saturday night stories.

My head has been blank lately,
invasive thoughts that it’s too late.
I make no sound
when I’m in town,
and shutting down
is the only way
to escape what’s left of me.

Every day I work
to put food on a table
nobody seems to care about.

I’m sure we’ll snap out of this
when we’re neglecting our kid
because of the depression.

-GD Butler

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