Alone.
Damn I miss home.
Times gone fast. How much longer will this Iowa trip last?
Two days isn't enough to spend with my parents and friends
Yes, Time sure does fly.
So does the aging process draining my parents' life.
I avoid the thoughts of it.
I block out thinking the reality of it.
But it bugs me every time I see them.
Full of love and life, yet slowly losing youth and strength
I fear so much I don't fear.
I live in the denial, so any deathful image my mind steers clear.
Uncomfortable, sweaty, shook, numb, terrifed, angry, and blank.
I miss my mom and dad.
I wish my time on these weekends weren't revolved around clocking hands.
Limited minutes, hours, and days I just wish I could stay.
I don't want to be here, but I need to be here.
So toughen it up Allen, forever is not an outcome you will allow to stand for.
This is a temporary situation, so please do no fear.
Mondays are the worst days.
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