We Dont Always Get Up

We Don’t Always Get Up Born my son of youth, My pride shadowed you, Our long talks sitting under the stars, Your wisdom learning astounding. You followed me, To the sky, Your letters, soothed ego, in uniform you came, healthy and strong. Randomness comes, without warning, Often Chaos follows, tragedy forms, Every rising sun, in it may hide, Limping up my path, Gunshot one leg,, You a ghost decimated by meth, My heart bled, my love insane, weak, sick, meths demon chained, Drug withdrawal, horror for all, Detoxing , then rehab came, Daily classes, groups and counseling, Fell on meths ears and a mind so distant, A likewise cursed wife, two little girls came,, Wasn’t long Meth summoned you back, she had a grimy fist grasping your soul, girls gone, family a Spector of the haze, Abandoning goodness, for Satans crumbs, , As we watched you implode, only love remained, Your Wife descended down, and little daughters, had a new mother, You reached for a rope, many times, But the demons inside could not hold, Our pain ebbed and flowed, The tidal shift’s, drifted all out to sea, but love, Soon the rising waters, highest of hopes, All was well, no horizon darkness,, I prayed, cried, maybe sooner should I, Randomness and Chaos checked our faith, We each fell like dominos, sheep off a cliff, No hope, no faith, nor love I could taste, My heart was stone, heavy and throbbing, My son of youth, I can no longer shadow you, I could only place you in a velvet box, hidden, Yet Chaos and Randomness, the true gods of man, is a two edged sword....something can come from naught, I weep, By James Kirk-Wiggins (c) January 2020, All rights reserved