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Rock Bottom

In pure original science
I know the true facts
Behold what is left of me, oh if the whole world could only see
Dear skies are the truest blue
In the eyes of a woman who's lost her way
In tunnels and other dark places
Praying to God for forgiveness
So where does my sweet destiny lie? 
My pain and my suffering...when does it all end? 
I feel I am invisible, no longer invincible
And if I have to fight
Then come on with it! 
My blood runs deep
And my feet heavy
Midst the depths of my breathing
I am a child of the night
Searching, searching for the answers I've been seeking
What, what do I do now
In this world that is a desperate playground? 
Life on the streets is cold and rough
My tears are my only fortune
For they keep me warm
Mama, mama where are you? 
Did you leave town? 
There is so much I want to say to you
My cell phone has ran out of minutes...
Oh please God, oh please God
Where should I go? 
Is there really peace in heaven? 
Is there even a hell? 
For I've hit rock bottom.

Beauteous Victory
April 13,2014

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Note to a floundering flounder….

While you are floundering there on the beach
A whole ocean lies just out of your reach.
What could have brought you into this sad state? 
Are there not tide pools still in your purview? 

Eyes that migrated till on the same side, 
You have to lie flat in order to hide, 
And thus camouflaged still view surroundings, 
Evolution's quite strange way to be kind.

Were you not gifted with intelligence, 
Or is your plight simply self-indulgence
Of a kind that's hell-bent on your ruin? 
Why search for your answers on desert sand? 

Depression, friend, may be deep, dark, and cool, 
But its temptations can't very long fool
You into thinking you don't need to breathe.
Out of water, the air can't give you air.

Is there no one who's in love with your rhyme, 
None who appreciates your gift of time, 
No gifting from Heaven, just tears from Hell? 
You just need rest, you're far from rock bottom.

Brian Johnston
April 13,2014

Poet's Notes:
This is What I call an Echo Poem and the first such poem I've actually posted 
on my site poems by different authors published side by side. I really like our 
title because it suggests that what is really true might be different from either 
of our perspectives.
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