Poetic Perspective (part 6) - Rock Bottom

ROCK BOTTOM

I can’t pay rent// It’s already spent

On drugs and booze// It’s what I use// So I can stay oblivious and confused

My reality is my worst nightmare// People who I thought cared// Used me making me scarred and scared

To trust, to touch, to want company// Now I want to be alone and escape my misery

Smoke a joint when I awake, save the crack pipe for later// Try not to be hated

I fall asleep wherever I can// Until I feel a guard touching my hands

And shaking me away// That’s how I start my day// Each and Every day

I eat my meals in shelters, I gather food at Food Banks, Clothes from the Goodwill

My will is good/ My mind is ill

I sell my body to whoever needs to use it

Sometimes even for body heat

It’s cold out here and I’m freezing to death// I’m not sure why I haven’t been called to heaven yet

As my body ages, I start to lose teeth

I smell like urine, I haven’t bathed since forever// I don’t remember the date or time, but I do fear the cold weather

Socks with holes// Shoes with broken soles

Nothing to wear that will protect my feet// I wonder aimlessly at times, lost and brokenhearted on the streets// Hoping to get spare change so I can eat

I hit rock bottom, there is nowhere else for me

I lie silently on the streets hoping that no one I know recognizes me

Withering away silently, old, and diseased

If this is what it means to be free// Then someone save me ‘cause I am not free

Living in misery// In front of the world to see
I hit rock bottom// Now there’s very few options left for me.