If there was ever a day
that was never under the weight
of what seems like a thousand years
of memories
i would be blessed,
instead of stuck in this repeating regret..
i hold in check
what was shockingly hard to deal with..
all the loss and homelessness...
living off of public assistance..
wearing used up clothes
looking like a raggedy bum...
when i know that all the petty discrepancies are not so petty at all..
cause they opened my eyes to see
a population of blame dodgers
trying to cower away from their part of the game..
the realist thing they could do,
would be to pick up the weight of what they dropped up,
and left for us to handle...
these sins and these scandals,
left to plague our mind
so we'll stop to think about the times when we are down and out,
but always keeping in mind that we are the only ones to blame for going without...
and i am fully aware of my partaking of the hate that fueled the fire to burn bridges ...
and here i am on this desert island with no outlet...
left to be picked apart by my mind
reaching hand out through time
to wish back..
take back the lies
and the let the truth spill
like blood on your hands
