Poem -

Youth

~YOUTH

A  summer’s night.
a full moon bright.
A journey to the great unknown.
A journey started all alone.

Take a drink.
It started there
and ended in
the who knows where.

Maddening thoughts.
Burning pain.
Losing my mind.
The falling rain.

I made my bed on the bathroom floor.
Pillow of vomit for my head.
I’m in love, I know it’s true.
for I love her sister too.

Smoked some weed,
 shared some shrooms.
Checker board squares
on purple tunes.

Falling fast.
Insanity’s grasp.
Almost made it.
What a gas.

A little pill.
 Lot’s of booze.
Walk into walls.
Nothing to lose.

Loved the girls.
Loved them all.
Loved them true
until they called.

Cheap shot.
Pick a fight.
Making sure the
odds are right.

Liquid courage
 in a can
always makes me
the better man.

Teenage boy
almost a man.
Teenage boy
taking a stand.

Driving blind
in the night.
Teenage boy
high on life.

Pretty girl
at his side.
Fell in love
and then she died.

A curve.
A tree
he coundn't miss.
End of bliss.

Not a hope.
Not a prayer.
Blood streaming
through her hair.

Twenty to life
Under the knife.
When it should
have been the needle.

All those days
spent in a haze.
Bruised.
Bleeding.

Then one day
brown hair gray.
New man.
Homeward bound.

New life.
No wife.
No friends.
No acquaintances.

As in the end
where it began.
A lonely soul
at the bottom of the bottle.

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