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