flashing lights
bright, so bright
who will not be
coming home tonight?
is it the man
who leaves bruises
on the gentle eyes
of his most beautiful wife?
or is it the boy
who claims she
didn't put up a fight?
flashing lights
bright, so bright
do not hold out
on the truth untold
oh dear God
don't let it be
the dear young man
who's living down the street
his mother, who raised him
well, so well
is pacing their floor
praying she won't
live this most brutal of hells
the boy's father's fate
should not become his own
this hell
oh this burning damnation
is not what is meant for him
perhaps he was misunderstood
when he said he desired the white coat
the poor young man
was coaxed into the gruesome life
that accompanies the white coke
perhaps he felt the weight
of his father's poor choices
and experienced the pain
of his existential downfall
still, this life
he did not deserve
flashing lights
bright, so bright
his gut-wrenching fate
is what his mother awaits
as your cold hand of misfortune
raps upon her wooden door
I pray God takes mercy
upon the heart-broken soul
of the mother
who now knows
YOU ARE READING
just a thought
Poetryhere's some poetry on my life the struggles I have faced the nights I have cried the laughter that has brought me joy and the pain that has wounded me deeply join me now, in this madhouse city disclaimer: comment away, as long as you have something...
