My junky past
can’t keep up with me
punk rock leaks through
the trailer with no floors
an upside down flag
is wrapped around my body
while the cats run wild
Escaping through the cracked plywood.
it was like living
in a make-shift tent
we played an alcoholics
version of Risk
and danced on the edge of death-
the gravel sticking to my skin
down an endless dirt road,
the lavender isn’t real here, Bug.
the story stops abruptly
mostly cause he O.D’d
but he lived
so when he woke up
he said: “I just did a little too much.”
he was my heroin
I was not strong enough
to save him
I couldn’t even save myself
I wrote his eulogy before he left
The story did end abruptly, eventually, on that train.
They said: “he never got over you.”
i always wondered
if there was life
after the end of the story.
i will mourn him until I collapse
Running
Up Up Up
the downhill escalator
if you never take risks Then why bother living?
Yes in life taking risks is a thrilling experience even if things don’t turn out the way you planned even then you get a bit of wisdom 🙂 Thank you for sharing such a lovely post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 🙂
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Sidharth
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