I have again returned
to that morbid time.
The one I thought
I'd left behind.
Where all is dark,
and filled with gloom.
There is no mercy
in this room.
I brought this on
all by myself.
I've been taken off
this 10 ft. shelf.
I look everyone
straight in the eyes.
My father yells down
from the skies.
Shame has wrapped
his arms around me.
Satan pulls me
towards the sea.
I gasp for air and
struggle for the top.
There's a knock at the door,
in my face, a cop.
He cuffs me and
throws me into his car.
In bed that night,
through one eye, a bar.
Next morning, my mother.
No smile and no hug.
I climb in the front of
our VW bug.
I return home,
same old shit as before.
Once this is fixed,
will there be anymore?
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