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“No grand finale (he smiled)” by Trevor Witt

There was no grand finale,
No show with a standing ovation,
Only a walking bassline, and a soft snare,
He hummed the melody,
A phrase too sacred to speak,
And he was too scared to sing.

But he made music,
In the quiet room,
And on the peaceful balcony,
For the ghosts of yesterday,
And for the children of tomorrow,
And for the birds chirping in the trees,
And for the creek, where the frogs croak.

And he smiled.

“I am crying two years later” by Trevor Witt

I am crying two years later,
Still in pain, still raw,
Still unable to trust,
Unwilling to enter a new chapter,

I am still distraught.
Your words ripped my pages.
Your sentences broke my bones.
Your tears tore my heart.

Are you happy now?
Leaving me in the rubbish pile,
I thought you might return.
How stupid am I?

A discarded book.

“Depression (I want to drink it all away)” by Trevor Witt

I want to drink it all away,
But that’s not healthy –
They tell me, it’s not good for
My wallet, my liver —
As if I ask to live.

Melodramatic cries for help aside,
I am doing fine,
Deluding myself,
I miss having a companion.
I feel all alone, in rooms full of friends.

Am I crazy?
Maybe a bit.

But maybe I’m just human.

“I almost forget” by Trevor Witt

I almost forget to breathe,
When I dwell on (or in) the past,
I am taken to a realm of regret,

And when I yearn too much for the future,
I travel to the womb of worry,
And I almost forget to breathe.

Yet when I am present,
My lungs inhale and exhale,
And the melodrama of my madness

Washes away like footprints in the sand,
As the ocean air breathes me in.