A Liturgy of Anguish
Some say you lose your innocence,
mine was given away in a jungle
where the ground sucked up the blood.
Making me wonder if the earth
is a vampire and not a whore.
Did I pay some forgotten debt,
have I wept for the fallen enough ?
Where were you Uncle Sam
when I needed saved,
When the dreams teased me awake,
night after night,
laying awake in a pool of sweat
wishing for death and release ?
Is there something I should say,
but forgot ?
Bullits fly both ways,
coming or going.
Do or die,
can you kill again and again ?
They said it is over,
but is it ?
No, it lives on inside
fueling the sorrow.
The woman who lays beside me
is heaven and hell is within me.
She rubs my neck
soothing me till the pills
snuff out the dreams.
This is where I've fallen,
heaven beside me,
hell within,
in a life that is a liturgy of anguish.
Copyright © Mark King | Year Posted 2006
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