Jo Bien Poet Verse

No Redemption

He goes in for liquor
Other shoppers pull away
He knows he is dirty
From begging all day

He uses the cash 
From the hot days work
Not for food or necessities
But to buy a few quarts

He hates what he’s become
The way his life sort of died
All that he’d dreamed of
And all of his pride

He’d lost it all
For everything that he cared
A family and high position
A life he revered

It didn’t take that long
For it to all evaporate
He could barely remember
When his life was not gray

So he takes the full bottles
And heads to the shelter
Another bed not his own
In this life’s helter skelter

He drinks the first bottle
So that he can sleep
To block out the memories
That plague him so deep

He knows there’s no redemption
He has spiraled too far down
As he tosses the empty
Opens the second with a frown

He heads to the refuge
With the others, same as he
All outcasts and lonely
And with unanswered pleas

He thinks of his family 
And has one last prayer
To look after and protect them
Since he is not there

He closes his eyes
For dreams that won’t come
For a life of devastation 
A life that is numb

In the early dawn hours
The priest says a prayer
For the homeless, cold body
That is left laying there

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