Idell

What if the stars are great, my daughter slowly fades, lonely and in pain, doesn't matter what drugs she takes, the walls are still grey, in her cell she hesitates, listens to the clock, on yellow wing what’s to say, her phone is still blocked, her kids have done screaming, confined within their days, lilac as the evening, they see the creep of moon, watch time roll away, I’ve seen them happy, laugh on school mornings, since she’s been away, but they visit 5 and eight, and each night pray.