I spin through the nothingness of what used to be recession
The turquoise hallways are opaque and remind me of what I lack
My eyes squint, this light is way too intense
And I’m back on that hospital bed; my father screaming pleasantries like "Why, why why?!"
I think of what could have been and what I’ve succumbed to
These 'good times' so to speak are scarce and hard to comprehend
I'm apprehensive to be in someone's arms again held tight like a child
It's a lagging comfort, a lie
This feeling will never last so grasp it tighter while it's embracing you

I have to go work on my biology homework now…