"Broken Man's Blues"
#8 of Poetry, both old and new
A poem I wrote during the Height of my heroin addiction. For all of its downsides, heroin always made me somehow inspired to craft something meaningful... This post is dedicated in loving memory of my mate.
"Broken Man's Blues"
Ken Anderson, 12 January, 2012
I've felt the cold,
Of winter midnights.
The things you see,
Upon the streets.
I've lived through guns,
So many fistfights,
And all the "things"
They did to me...
It ain't the same,
Every morning...
Somebody new
Wakes up as me...
And I don't know,
Just where I'm going...
All I know,
Is that I'm free!
There are no chains!
Upon me!
There are no chains!
Upon me!
Well, I can see,
The stars now,
And I know what lies
Beyond...
Cause only glory
Waits for me there,
And all the things,
Of which I'm fond...
Another glass you
Raise to me!
For when I'm dead,
And when I'm gone...
But you remember
What I say, now!
Cause we'll be friends
Long when we're gone...
And I can see it...
That gray day.
And I can smell it!
That horrible rain!
But then I found him ,
And he took my pain,
And said
"I'll never let you
Cry again..."
He said it could never
Be perfect. .
He said it might drive me
Insane...
And he said that he would
Always hold my hand,
When all I could see was
The Rain...
"If it's hell that you have
To enter,
I'll be there right by your
Side...:"
"What is there to fear,
When darkness
Comes near,
We'll face it,
Just you and I..."