This isn't poetry, it's an entry ...from here
I understand why sad people laughs the most,
Now I understand why my dad would sit on a chair looking and starring at the corner,
Why he would walk past me on the street without recognising me,
Why he often forget he has eaten the whole day.
I thought alcohol was his problem, now I understand it was his solution,
I understand  now what reality means,
It's an entry .
I understand how my mom feels when we sleep in the dark on empty stomachs
I understand what it all means now
It's an entry
A forever lane .... Of an unending arrays of thoughts that hits only the heart

Hi dad
I'm on the same bus you use to board daily..
I hope heaven is not like here