I’ve waited three long nights
~aching to tell someone,
~pen poised to write.
But the paper remains blank.
Who will listen
In the fading light?
~”Taking sides old chum?”
Who will listen
When all has ended in a fight?
On the blood stained streets
That a poet greets
With clever words that mean little.
I bathed my wounds with spit,
Fell reeling with gritted teeth,
Ragged and naïve I’d slept here
With a drunken whore and thief,
When it all seemed right
I died a million dreams.
But now I must admit
After all, it seems
As a man with belief,
The devil preys on virgin fear
On these streets
At the dead of night.
I’ve waited three long nights
~aching to tell someone
~or to kill someone
~or to die somewhere.......
Alone in the fear of the poet’s pen
That writes of evil once again.
The Poet
I stopped to ponder,
Turned back and saw
That the poet and the devil were one,
Yet my life has only just begun.......