Wayward Boys 2021 part-B
I can't write
I can’t write
I can’t dream
My river of thought
Has gone dry it seems
Am I lost?
Dam this page
It seems all my words
Have been caged
All my thoughts
in my head
They can’t escape
I fear I’m dead
The river of words?
heartfelt tragedies
Colorful clever comedies
Deep insightful calamities
Why Have you left me dry?
Soon autumn winds will fly
I can’t recall the days gone bye
This page now wet with tears I’ve cried
I can’t write
I can’t dream…..
MWL 7-10-21
Wrong God
Here he comes down the hall
Fist of anger in a tight ball
Flailing, wailing, spitting fire and hate
I remind him of all the things he ain’t
He says it’s in the Bible rule with the rod
I think he’s been praying to the wrong God
No God would want a child to be beaten
Shamed living in fear deprived of eating
Tonight, he’s got gin on his breath
The devil in his eyes
His skin fire red death
Mother can’t help
She’s in a prison of fear
Hiding her bruises
Thick make up she wares
The bitter
The anger
only grows like a weed
When his failures confront him
His demons are freed
His methods of madness
Have been handed down
By his father’s fathers
His destiny bound
So, he drinks till he’s drunk
Till his heart has no say
His mind pickle twisted
Rule’s him this day
I hear slithering down the hall
Laughing like a loon
Infecting us all
And the sound of fist on flesh
Muffled cries of tormented anguish…
Flaming, wailing, spitting fire and hate
I remind him of all the things he ain’t
He says it’s in the Bible rule with the rod
I think he’s been praying to the wrong God
MWL 7-10-21