` Before I forget— the fade from the dopamine hit ...I'll forget. My mind escapes too often, thoughts untethered, to drift oceans. A dark entangled web weave an-unholy tapestry. His mother weeps—her son has died. This body, a coffin, wretched tomb, mocked by mirrors that remind: were, only this... -- God, I am vulnerable. I’ve lost my focus— my sister, our daughters,- my sons. Look at the making, see what I have done. I have a question, for anyone—just one. Hollow chest, cavernous caves, echoes herd in the dark. I hear you: “Daddy, where are you? You promised you’d come back.” But I forget— God made me vulnerable. I am a man without focus. Anger has kept me alive, yet how can I live when I feel so dead inside? ` ---