Bad Son

by Sam M. Phillips

I’m sick in the brain,

No one would pick this pain,

I turn on the light

As I burn in the night,

Can’t get things right,

The stings are bright,

Sight of me

Is not nice to see;

Tired eyes,

Reflected demise,

Defect dies

And is reborn.

Although I’ve sworn

Off drugs and death

They’re still with me every breath,

I try and fail,

Watch my hope trail

Away into oblivion,

A sun setting on the horizon,

What have I done?

I’m a bad son,

The sad one,

Hurting everyone.

Run away,

Can’t stay,

Can’t play

The game,

I’m not the same

As others,

Their life smothers,

Covers me in a dark sheet,

I need to be complete,

Retreat into the abyss,

No one will miss

Me when I’m gone.

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