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Ramblings from Rehab
It’s a warm September evening
with the sun settling
beyond the shingles
My eyes squint
behind darkened lenses
whilst drinking cheap coffee
from a styrofoam cup
and sucking down
one Marlboro
after another
I sit at a hexagon picnic table
on a patio of stone
with full branches
dangling above
my smoothly shaved head
I’m decked out in black
from shirt to shoe
I ponder on
what’s racing through the minds
of the women letting me down
and why I continually trust
against my will
My musings spring into tomorrow
sorrow fills my mind with fear
My gel-like ink is running dry
not sure sometimes if I should try
My body doesn’t have it in me
no longer can it handle stress
What happened to my God almighty?
Jesus, where have thou gone?
I felt this way a week ago
and penetrate my soul, you did
Can’t even find a decent rhyme
or write my way to freedom
I’m tired and I want to rest
peacefully, in your great kingdom
I’m thirty-six and have no home
back on the streets where nomads roam
Wallet’s empty, can’t find peace
I need a dopamine release
but here I sit, again alone
The sun has set
dark settles in
I’m still in black
and full of sin
with the sun settling
beyond the shingles
My eyes squint
behind darkened lenses
whilst drinking cheap coffee
from a styrofoam cup
and sucking down
one Marlboro
after another
I sit at a hexagon picnic table
on a patio of stone
with full branches
dangling above
my smoothly shaved head
I’m decked out in black
from shirt to shoe
I ponder on
what’s racing through the minds
of the women letting me down
and why I continually trust
against my will
My musings spring into tomorrow
sorrow fills my mind with fear
My gel-like ink is running dry
not sure sometimes if I should try
My body doesn’t have it in me
no longer can it handle stress
What happened to my God almighty?
Jesus, where have thou gone?
I felt this way a week ago
and penetrate my soul, you did
Can’t even find a decent rhyme
or write my way to freedom
I’m tired and I want to rest
peacefully, in your great kingdom
I’m thirty-six and have no home
back on the streets where nomads roam
Wallet’s empty, can’t find peace
I need a dopamine release
but here I sit, again alone
The sun has set
dark settles in
I’m still in black
and full of sin
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