Going too far,
but not far enough.
I am the reprobate.
I am the lion’s whelp.
Torn away from my
family and safety;
never satisfied
with my own image.
Stabs like light come
before the dawn
and I
am regretting the bottle’s empty;
a full time anesthetic.
Broken only enough
that I know I can be broken.
Functioning well enough,
but not well enough
to fool the stooge.
This is where life gets you;
here,
on this profane runway.
I was better off insane,
at least my way
would have been paid,
but I’ve never been one
to leave well enough alone.
Here I am, God.
Come take me home.
HG – 2019
