Submissions by holcombrory

Screaming dreams wake him up after three days of hard drugs
The smell of whiskey on his breathe as he swats off the bugs

The dark hotel room filled with smoke and the odor of stale beer
Another needle in the arm to prove that the end Is near

Just to get high and escape the realness of reality
The boy is willing to sacrifice it all including a family

An addiction fueled by childhood rage and no accountability
He’s lost in the racing cars and small dive bars in this poisoned city

What’s the point in waking up to greet another day, I don’t need...

A small church on a country road called The Second Chance Saloon
Where boys become men and men become boys every afternoon

Old men telling lies and stories of mistakes they’ve made
Some about being saved and others about how life is slowly fading away

These swinging doors have heard it all over these long 50 years
Men asking forgiveness from god while crying in their liquor drinks and beers

Wives cussing the Lord for the words that get said with whiskey on the breath
Then husbands chasing them on their knees wandering why they left

It’s The...

Crashing waves
Drowning pain
White powder
My friend, cocaine

Pounding head
Feeling frisky
Bloody knuckles
My friend, dark whiskey

Harsh words
Crying eyes
Broken heart
My friend, endless lies

These are things forgotten with time
Once paper weights in my mind
Burdens deep in my heart
Wont let me finish, wont let me start

Life moves fast
World turns slow
Sometimes we hold on
My friends let go

Once a child
Now growing old
Sometimes warm
My friend, the cold

My eyes see...