A Child of Drunken Sorrow

Law has no
MEANING
in the world of
TODAY
where stinking, rotting
CRIMINALS
laugh with cynical surety.

We all know the
TRUTH:
we really know
NOTHING
but killing and
MEANNESS
in a world of
HORROR
marred by
UNRELENTING DEDICATION
to causing as much
SUFFERING
and pain as
HUMANLY POSSIBLE.

Pitiful creatures of
DARKNESS
who once lived in the
LIGHT
now scrounge for
SCRAPS
in the darkened
STREETS
of cities that crumble and
DIE
because of heartless
EXCUSES
for human beings.

This ever-lasting
AGONY
is made great and
MEMORABLE
with years of
HAPPILY PRACTICED
terror and torturous dreams,
IMPOSSIBLE
though it may well be.

Sickened, I walk
ALONE
as always through
POURING
rain to the
EMPTY
bar where teary-eyed
WHORES
and blundering
DRUNKS
pay homage to their
SORROWS
by drowning themselves in a sea of
ALCOHOLIC BLISS.

To my
SHAME,
I shall happily
JOIN THEM
to forget my
PAIN,
and perhaps I will
ESCAPE
the dreadful coming of
NIGHT
in the arms of a random
STRANGER,
for when I sleep with you,
LOVE,
I do not sleep in
FEAR
that I will awake in the
DARK PLACE
again. At least,
NOT
on my own.

Have you ever
SEEN
a person come
BACK
from the deep dark
ABYSS,
my dear? No?
NOT SURPRISING
in the least. The fact is,
NO ONE EVER REALLY DOES.

Forgive me if I seem
OUT OF PLACE;
you see, I do not
BELONG
here or anywhere.
HOLD ME
and let me
FORGET
for just a moment, I
BEG YOU.
It's so hard to
LIVE
When I'm just a child of
DRUNKEN SORROW
and I'm going
DOWN
again.