A Poetic Response
Oh how I love
When that stranger walks in
He calls out to me
Asks me to begin
Wants me to sing
him a song
About my disease
Wants me to beg
and lie down
To get on my knees
Wants to laugh at my shame embellish my guilt
Wants to drag me down
Wants to to tear down what i built
Yet I don't mind to sing
In fact like to dance
That stranger inside
He stands little chance
In shadows he lurks
In shadows he resides
When brought into light
He loses his disguise
Sure I have done this
And i have done that
I went way further down
Than an alley cat
That stranger and me
Have been round the block
Many days and nights
Without noticing the clock
Today I see him there
He is always nearby
He is quite sad you know
In fact makes me cry
Trying to bury his pain
To not bring it to light
Does not live in the day
Inhabits the night
Today i don't join him
Left that life behind
I keep him nearby
To only remind
Now i play with the poets
Creates rhymes from the dust
God's voice comes right through me
Begs me to trust
God's voice comes right through us
Yes you and yes me
God's voice comes right through us
For all the world to see
I am grateful today
For an ink slinger's tune
Now I shall retire
And go stare at the moon
A Poetic Response to a poem on recovery
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