The Abyss

 

I woke up so startled,

so, cold and alone;

but, wished for my nightmare,

as, my legs turned to stone.

 

How did I get here,

and, loose all I had?

How did I manage,

to mess up this bad?

 

I'll blame my mother,

It must have been her!

She shoved me, so gently-

down this ravine,

it must of been her,

or Dad, did he scheme?

 

They asked me to work,

to help out at home,

I couldn't be bothered,

had plans of my own.

 

I'm here to have fun,

new cars, and new clothes,

I'm here to have--

no matter, who knows..

 

life's hard, and painful,

responsibilty stinks.

A 40 hour work week?

Now, what do they think?

 

All along, I have dabbled,

with this drug or that-

dabbled and dribbled,

watch anger, react.

 

A little is great,

so more, must be fun.

Nothing can stop me,

not even my son.

 

I sit here alone,

in a misty abyss,

locked behind bars,

to protect them from this!

 

This mess of a man,

who, once was a boy-

I ran up and down hills,

I felt then, no void.

 

But, now it has come-

and, hit like a rock-

a hard jagged fall,

I feel the long drop!!

 

Alone, in the mist,

in dark dreary pain,

I see my son's eyes-

dripping like rain...

 

 

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©2004