a poem i wrote many years ago for my first true love:
So you’re goin to need a hand again
and your knocking at my door
driving me, insanity
and cutting through my life
how can i tell the stranger
to leave and come no more
the man i love is here and slowly dying
but who to place the blame upon
and who to curse to hell
ten thousand men rich with money stained with blood
am i not my brother’s keeper?
is he not my life?
my love for him no longer has a place
i curse the world for being
i curse the devil in disguise
he’s laughing in my face
and now at last i’m losing fast
i’ll bury him tomorrow..