Wha-crack!
Another bone broken.
Smack!
Another nerve stolen.
Beaten and helpless on the floor,
I lay in my own self-pity.
Lost and emotionally poor,
Let's escape to the city.
Let's run away,
Far, far away
Away away away,
Away....
I pick myself up once again,
And face the endless barrage.
The barrage of misery and pain.
Happiness is just a mirage.
I trudge forward ignoring the blows,
As they threaten to knock me back.
The wind continues to blow,
And launch its endless attack.
The gusts cut through my flesh,
And leave permanent scars.
The onslaught continues its rush,
Moving faster than speeding cars.
I fall to my knees again,
And lose my self one more time.
Oh, returns the pain.
Oh, the bell's chime.
Assume fetal position,
And block the nightmare out.
"Eventually, there will be pension"
I continue to point out.
I choke the sentence repeatedly,
Until the haze has faltered,
And retreated to the edge of the trees.
The reality, I have altered,
For just a short time.
But soon the darkness will return,
And the clock will beat out of rhyme.
The dense atmosphere will churn,
And the nightmare will descend upon me.
The haze will target my broken form,
And spit me into the sea.
Left to drown in a swarm,
Of my own treachery.
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The Hobo Tales # 2
I think this thing now consists of mostly poetry and song lyrics. Enjoy anyway.
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