Delusions of Grandeur

This time last year, I felt a little sad.

At first my hope fufilled me fully

I could breathe and think and speak clearly.

This time last year, I worried for dad.

 

I knew the fall from grace would be hard.

Whose fall was harder I cannot say

Mine brought demons that stay to this day

His, a yard to hard earth in a yard

 

Depression hit me hard, it took time

Surgery three times, is this the one?

This time last year, I could not rhyme

 

I feel alive withdrawn the gun, won

this war of attrition. Hear the chime

of the future call, it leaves none

 

This time this year, is full of hope and fear.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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