He Leaves His Mark…

Do you know,
What the beggar feels,
As he buries his head,
In the trash?
He feels something,
Much more than hunger,
He feels…
His past.
He used to be,
A bank manager,
Making dollars,
As he pleased.
But money,
Isn’t all,
That a young man,
Needs.
All he yearned for,
Was love,
To feel wanted,
To really… smile.
And when,
They met,
He thought she’d,
Be worth the while.
Could a guy,
Be more wrong?
She vanished with,
A man he didn’t know.
He sat up,
Alone in bed,
Piecing his heart,
But he could not sew…
Breaking,
And breaking.
Depression in the making.
Cocaine’s worth the taking.
Poor guy,
Disoriented mind,
The job’s got to go,
He can’t do it no more…
And life,
Takes a downhill turn.
The joints burn,
The money, blown.
Forget the mortgage,
His former workplace,
Took his home…
And he has nothing,
Of his own.
Except the fragments,
Of his heart.
You can find,
A piece of it,
Near every corner,
in the city.
He leaves his mark…
Until,
He has,
No mark left,
To leave.

Save Yourself

Tender age of sixteen years,
But I’ve shed my fair share of tears.
Broken family and empty promises,
Destroyed friendships and meaningless kisses,
It’s all part of life, they say,
But these words don’t chase the pain away.

What exactly am I to do,
When I have no one to trust, talk or turn to?

I’m yet to cut my skin and bleed,
But I turn to crack cocaine and weed.
I take it in and feel that high,
Wave my troubles and stress goodbye,
That numb feeling that overcomes my heart,
Immune to pain as my fears depart.
Without those, I have no happiness, no peace,
Drugs and ignorance are my lovers, my bliss.

It’s not too long till I’m no longer satisfied,
I crave something more than the drugs you provide,
A much higher high, a bigger, better dose,
To erase my troubles, and pull me ever so close,
To the state of mind I desire.

But now I realize, ignorance is no bliss,
For if I knew what I know now, I’d never end up like this:
A high school dropout, alone and a thief,
Forgot every virtue and religious belief,
My life is a mess, nothing but a total wreck,
All because I wasn’t strong enough to keep myself in check.
I feel the aches of regret, but I can’t change my past,
And at this rate, any day at all could be my last,
As I struggle with alcohol, cocaine and pot addiction,
Cast upon me as life’s very own conviction.

Within drugs, there is none of your problem’s solutions,
It’s nothing more than one of life’s many illusions,
Refrain from drugs- save yourself the cuts, wounds and scars,
There are better places to be than ghettos, alleys and bars.

Within drugs, there is no permanent satisfaction,
It is only a mere temporary distraction,
From the ups and downs of daily living.