Liar’s Lament

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;


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

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