This is not a poem
you don’t deserve the joy, the world and the feelings a poem give to me.
This is just me telling you about how I feel about you and your frightening appeal
Because you left my brother, my family and I powerless, sad, distressed, and having no energy to just get dressed.
My house, that were supposed to feel like the relationship between a bird and its nest, were like a constant mess.
Luckily you’ve left.
But I’m frightened by your unstoppable quest to make another appearance as a houseguest in another house out west.
Could you please just stop your constant need for an alpha test?
- a very very very frightened victim of cancer close by.