Felix
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I work with the Homeless. One of my homeless friends died out in the cold in a fire the other night. His name was Felix. He was a good friend that lost a battle with alcohol. these words came to me after he died. They're not pretty or very poetic or clever, but they are from my heart
I looked thru the bottom of a glass
And thought I saw, what wouldn't come to pass
But the closer I got to bottom, the more that I could see
The bottom of that glass had no future left for me
And the closer that I got, the more nothing I could do
And the more nothing I could feel, the less nothing I could prove
And the bottom of that glass, well it tricks me every time
And when I can finally see it, it only proves that I am blind.
While I was busy looking, I lost everyone I loved
While I was drowning at the bottom, I refused to look above
And the more nothing I could feel, the more something stained my soul
Heart now blinded by my pride, became hard and cold as stone
And the bottom of that glass has now left me broken, all alone.
You may think me only foul and dirty, and be repulsed at what I've done
But somewhere deep within this stained and broken soul . . .
Still lives some mother’s son.
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015
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