I should leave right now
Got just enough gas to go
And money for the bridge
but I can't leave you like that
Even though I want to
You've been broken
By your father's fists
By bad choices
By cruel lovers
and by the pipe
that keeps you here
in a world of tricks and ashes
Scattered on stained sheets
of semen and blood
Your lungs are coffee black
Your youth has withered away
You're the skin of rotting remains
Who doesn't know to pass away
powerful, emotive, imagery that speaks of empathy, confusion, and loyalty.. The struggles and pain of life can wear the most beautiful of souls down until they are just like the garbage they came from.. Just how much can one spirit take before it bends, it falters, then gets sucked into the same trap or worse--and it breaks.. You do what you can, but it is just as painful to watch someone you love, someone you care about go down this destructive slope, ever slipping, doing what you can to help, being there, but trying to avoid getting sucked in as well.. It is very hard.. That painful cycle of abuse, weakness, pain, addiction, self destruction just keeps right on going until.....
very intense write..
Man oh man you can feel her suffering and you feel bad for her.. but sometimes choices are made somewhere down the line where if something, someone or in someway intervened things would be so different. Tricks and ashes, that's what this worlds made up of, great stuff BR!
Well damn. No one sings the songs of these, and yet even in the instinct to go, a greater instinct to stay "for just a little longer" becomes some small gift of humanity to the one who has sold everything for nothing. Nice write.
I write just for the hell of it
A way to spend some time
Blurting out in cyber space
Whatever's on my mind
Maybe funny maybe tragic
Emotional and raw
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