Homeless Vets
The honor of service, fighting for freedom, turned sour to this stigma of addiction.
with visions of purpose we sink to such weak links, to lumber like sloths to reach down
inside and pull out nothing but lonelness and self lothing, where has all our honor gone?
These images, like yesterday, still haunt our memories, to touch them is to bring ourelves
to the very pits of hell, and hell exist inside ourselves, we have tried for too long to drown
out the screams of the innocent to try and find some since of joy, our addiction, just one
more high to flood ourselves with something other than this empty darkness, and now we
find only depression in our “high”, for there can be no joy in hell. we reach out now with
nothing to offer, no excuses,
POWERLESS
we are who we are because of the choices weve made,
we reach out now to touch something tangible, some rock of our salvation,
with hope…
there can be a better tomorrow and that hell can be fought back with grace, suficient for us,
in a world of stigmas.
