Ramblings from Rehab

Itís 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
Iím decked out in black
from shirt to shoe

I ponder on
whatís 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 doesnít 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
Canít even find a decent rhyme
or write my way to freedom
Iím tired and I want to rest
peacefully, in your great kingdom

Iím thirty-six and have no home
back on the streets where nomads roam
Walletís empty, canít find peace
I need a dopamine release
but here I sit, again alone

The sun has set
dark settles in
Iím still in black
and full of sin
Written by Gemini (Geminitalian)
Published | Edited 27th Sep 2013
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