this song feels like
my life flashing before my eyes
it becomes obvious now that
instagram has become my scrapbook
my grandchild's historical tomb
to peer into
and realize that life has always been
a hollow broken chest
of insurmountable aching
the internal eternal abyss
that lies within a hurting heart
the hurt lasts centuries, lifetimes
bloodlines
so they might see a reflection
of their own emptiness
so they might see
that i could see their future
and can speak to the past all at once