fallen-angel
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.
Your eyes are vacant...empty from watching the skies.
No santa landed on your roof.
Your clothes hang open...you dont care anymore.
Dignity fled on the floor of your overdose.
Your words are a flood of reasons your life makes no sense.
They stumble and falter, stuck on a note like a skipping record.
Reality is floating away in this gravityless room.
Your smile belies your pain,
Fiddling with food for nothing,
hiding in a ritual that only living people do.
Starved on the inside,
the bones of your dying,
slosh around in your awkward movements.
Loud voices bark out of you,
I hear you way to clear.
Silence is suffocating here....chatter is a narcotic.
I hold you as a father clings to the past that might not hold a future.
I ache...praying for tears that might release the weight of this unknown.
-words in response to my visit to a psyche ward where one of my little sheep lies wounded, broken and despairing of light. Please pray for her...
1 comment:
This is a powerful piece. It is so sad but so common. You, my son, have read the heart of this person and so many. "Vacant eyes, lost dignity,silence is suffocating, chatter is a narcotic." Not just the condition of the drug user, but so many.
Good stuff Eric; sad, so sad.
It reminds me of the scripture- "Men ought always to pray...."
Dad
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