Sidewalk Prophets: Prodigal

Saturday, January 11, 2014


The air was warm
The sky, pure blue.
God you must know
I'm so angry at you.
Breathing is effort;
Sleep,  a bust...
The Voices in my head
Have to go--
       ---   They must.
Shattered hither and yon
No one wants someone
............this far gone.
Doctors promise respite
Contained in their colored caps
But I find no relief
Except my dog in my lap.
"Oh God!!" This too, a  ghost,
Mine lies murdered, buried
God knows the innermost :
My bloody secret go tell
Give her just one message
Then escort me gently
To the door marked, "Hell"

This poem is based on a potent recollection I had this evening.
Not the happiest time.

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