ceiling.
[In honor of my late father]
It’s hard to ignore the man on the ceiling
It’s harder to know just what he was feeling
Why didn’t you ask for help? Was it fear, was it pride?
Was it shame of the things that you dealt with inside?
Did it hurt? Were you scared? Were you thinking of us?
Did you find the freedom for which you desperately lust?
Was it desperation or was it an act of defiance?
Why do I ask why, just to be deafened by silence?
Every time I ask why I’m just constantly reminded
That it’s hard to ignore the man on the ceiling
At least I finally know what you must have been feeling.
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