I thought things would get better
they only got worse...
From the time I open my eyes, to when I lay my...
I want with all that I am to trust and have faith...
Rain soaked windshields are my norm,
Driving through blurred purple streetlights...
It has not rained here in weeks
But I am drenched to the bone...
I place the palms of my hands
either side of the sink basin...
I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...
Each time you might fall
All broken and scarred...
Somehow I made it
to another year...
Unsteady room and a fuzzy brain
I drink it down to ease the pain...
Each night I lie next to a medicated pile of self...
I listen to the snoring...
Winter is here again,
bringing a touch of frost...
I am not who you think I am,
I am not afraid to leave...