Poem Of The Today

the search to get a cure for my dad kills me
a beggar in cold isolated streets
teasing coins stamped with the seal of hope
weather away opportunity
leaving salty roadways upon my cheeks
\quests to get a alternative slay me day-to-day
seconds river dance in his worn out watch
willing
to send my last kiss with him
under no circumstances
I dig a bed to lay my head upon
a beggar by means of ice flaked
ice picked blind lanes
these red-eyed blurry street guides are not able to demonstrate defeat
I cuddle as much as concrete cities of blue
hear me now, God
I hurt
I need him as well
I will not fall with my tears
erosion I will fight