feeling today

a tango of mistrust
dances in bee circles
a quiver of yellow arrows
cowardice and notions unjust
but there is a must
a must..

somehow through yawning and forlorn feelings
spinning thoughts and mind reeling
from blows on skull anvils
I hold onto vapour walls to stop from falling
falling, falling..

and I miss my dad and cannot put out the image of closing his eyes
so I close mine tight and imagine and imagine
that he is back with me
my best friend
dad I will try
I will try.