a bump in the road

my old man worked hard his whole life all they ever did was give him more work...

"we have the potential for one of the best years ever,

nothwithstanding, a few bumps in the road..."

 

i could see it before it happened,

and i've replayed it over in my head

so many times

i'm not sure if there ever was any escaping.

whatever happened, it's over and done with

so i'm back here

talking to you from the great beyond.

not quite what they call rock bottom,

but close enough

i can smell the cold wetness of the floor.

there were too many eyes

either cast on the floor as i walked by,

trying to communicate some vague sympathy,

or giving one last reminder

that i'm better off where i'm at.

in the end there was only me

standing with my back to the world

a freshly packed satchel in each fist.

did anything matter?

the comics i inked with my own blood,

the five hour trips to the ER,

drunken trips to 7-11 for bigbites,

the two bits of advice that may help

that one lost soul

somewhere down the line eventually?

i think i always knew

it would end in this fashion.

an empty pack of peanuts

discarded as easily as picked up.

yes, the future lies ahead

as the gate behind me hinges shut

with the flaming sword blocking my path

from ever returning.

the final polish is dry

this rough chunk of rock

flung into a world of chaos

has finally been chisled and chipped

rubbed and molded to perfection.

a force too powerful

to be contained

by a single galaxy,

but to release my energy

so that the universe

may be corrupted by these powers.

one more rogue angel

to terrorize and enlighten.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ray Hamilton]

Excellent write I enjoyed it
Thanks Ray { Not a Poet }