Holding on
to a silver lining,
trying not to hand
with too much
rope drawn
from another con.
Finding another way
to carry on.
This is the bright lights
morning time.
I’m here to face my demons,
but they only come out at night
and here
there are just angels.
Crack my skull open
and pour out
another thought omelette.
These always feed
the masochist
and the artist suffers
once again.
Did I solve
any of the world’s problems
last night?
Lucifer used to
burst into fire
and laughter
when I’d try.
But that old flame,
like tainted cocaine,
died.
We all have those things
we realize
in the brightest lights.
Burn out my eyes.
I won’t need to see
where I am gonna go.
Been the kind
to never lose
all of my hope.
I’m a dark cloud,
my silver lining broke..
I never thought
I’d see a morning
as beautiful
as this one.
So glad I didn’t go.
HG – 2021
