5th Street BluesA Poem by Adam LainA sneer and a cigar...me curled up like a fresh fetus against the asphalt on the corner praying the cement's cold embrace would release me a pity; gravity is so selfish, it won't bequeath me The air is so frigid and thick as if I'm inhaling a glacier yet my skin is smoldering; sweat beads connecting across my body like a sequin dermis my skin feels like it might peal, like flesh on dry ice This damn pain, just end it already, does my suffering not suffice? I saw God that day, sneering, as I groveled worshiping the stop sign broad, and overwhewlminly tall in a black clad overcoat a cigar in mouth, watching him puff clouds of heaven The air around him divine, but to me he was the Devil He just stood there, casually, peering at his infant "So this is what I created? What a pathetic sack of s**t..." A sight to see, me quivering, over dosed on depression and coke "You know, child, this is why I've lost hope--" "--you all beg and beg, asking for more but you squander it, the potential to be God's, what a f*****g waste... and now your in the depths of despair, bellowing at your father but I wont encourage the tantrums, I won't coddle you" So I lay, clutching at my chest within a fit of shakes "I don't need you...I don't accept your pity Never have I begged, since birth it has always just been me if I die, it will be alone, just me and my dignity..." He smiled as I passed out after those last words; then I awoke to the sound of sirens drawing near I saw God that day, on 5th street, he had left as quickly as he appeared What was left; a half smoldering cigar and a blurry memory of a sneer
© 2011 Adam LainAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAdam LainFlint, MIAboutFinally getting around to writing some brief info about me, which of course leads you to the conclusion that I'm a procrastinator. Nevertheless, I am a 20 year old Psychology student attending the Uni.. more..Writing
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