A Soul Co-opted...

My mind is ravaged and fried.
My heart is broken and bleeding.
My soul has been stolen

Where in the cosmos
can one hide from the
constant assault of societies god?

His clock ticks, then stops,
He lights the sun to match
the desire of the moment

Where is certainty? Where is
consistency. They’re kept in his bag,
disbursed like candy to a child.

I reach out for hope, a certain truth,
He opens a bottle, pours some
lies to be consumed with moldy cheese.

I try to leave but his stare freezes me
with freaks of control, with dirty needles
and promises of new highs without effort.

He draws me to that sea of abuse,
of excesses that drown your soul and
destroy all opportunity for love.

He holds my fate, sets my course. He
creates the fog obscuring other paths
away from the underbelly of life.

I am condemned, awaiting sentence
for sins committed and sins of omission,
for opportunities gained then squandered.

I’m sentenced to life in the bottle, with all the
lies and schemes, the pain and suffering
as his surrogate to the back alleys of life.