Used to fall for your bleeding heart sympathy
The bright blue eyes that told something deeper
The words you wrote that made even a stoic man weep
What could have been and now I'm deaf
To how it could have been different and
What potential laid in wait on the surface
If you plunged in instead of scratched...

Yet now you laugh at my attempts
To live clean and follow directives
As if you were somehow the exception to the rule
You forgot to be in line when he passed out common sense
Christ, you're nearing middle age
And you're a flawed character
Searching for an arc that needs revision
Still playing those junkie games
Mainpulation, shooting more than angles
Desperately, pathetically fanagaling out of responsibility once again
Someone other then ma or pa
Will be calling, one more angel
Falling to earth as there isn't enough dirt
To cover the insatisiable hurt
That rhymes with your namesake...

Libel, shock, take your best shot
I know that you'll forgive the pun
But keep walking tall
Nothing but false bravado
Mortgaging your soul to the eyeballs
Hemorrhaging as the endless search
For veins ultimately in vain
The heart will burst
CNS into shock thus fail
While you whisper from a last breath
You will hold us accountable for
Your timely death and all
We have left is a picture
Of a little boy with deep blue eyes
Who chose junk over the preciousness of life...

But I feel no pity or shame for there
Are millions of others who would have killed
For the opportunity he gave so
I'll save my bleeding heart sympathy
For the underdog, not the spoiled brat
Who spits in the eye of the only person
That loves him unconditionally...Mother..
Who blames her son's destruction on the bogy man instead
The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, eh?

P-June 23, 2008.

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