Cold Man

I saw a cold man last night.
He was pushed against the wall with frighten eyes.
I noticed him standing there alone with a Bible in his hand,
and a bottle in the other.
The bottle was tall, and filled with a drink.
I looked at him for quite awhile.
He never moved.
I just wanted to know what he was thinking.

There was a sudden corruption.
The cold man that was once right before me, ran quickly.
Leaving nothing behind but his Bible.
I walked faintly to the wall, and picked up what he had left.
And before my eyes, I read, "Ephesians 5:18- Don't be drunk with wine, because that will ruin your life.
Instead, let the Holy Spirit fill and control you."
It was that night that I realized there was more bad than what I portrayed it to be.

So be it

If I breathe in, will I remain this way?
Same ol' lungs through out the day.
Maybe if I sleep for an hour more,
Turn out the lights.
I have awaken, my bones are sore.
Turn on the lights.
My cabinet is a treasure chest.
The many bottles to explore.
I'll have a glass when I can't rest.
Maybe just one more.
My clock is always ticking.
At midnight it rings her bell.
I miss my sweetheart, dearly.
At midnight I believe that's her way to tell.
My children are far apart now, living on their own.
And here I am now, in my own zone.
I turn out the lights just once more.
My memories are fading as I enter that door.
I struggle to the mirror and see a hopeless man.
A hopeless man that deserves a second chance.
So be it, if it's my time.
So be it, if I must die.
So be it, if I'm alone.
So be it, I'll eventually know.









This is a poem I wrote a few months back.
It isn't my best, but it really got my eye.