Prodigal Son 2015

Different twist with same results

There were no bad words
Exchanged
I did not take my
Inheritance from him
Nor did I give in to
The desire to be grown
I was content to let
My immaturity dissipate
Slowly, as the lessons of life
Solidify me against
Future storms;
Trials and tribulations
I didn't rush into
The lion's den
Pretending to be
Something I wasn't
When the truth
Of the matter revealed
That I was fresh meat
For a starving lion
I didn't squander
My inheritance
On cheap booze
And even cheaper
Harlots whose
Only job was
To tease, please
And deceive
Nor did I wake
Up with the pigs
Broke as a joke
Rolling around in
My own quagmire
No this sojourn
Was different
It took me
To a dark place
Where evil resides
A place where
Ghouls, banshees
Imps and leprechauns
Rule
A place where God
Is not mentioned
Where he is mocked
And persecuted
By wicked tongues
I dwelled there
Not by choice?
As I fought to keep
The voice of my
Father in my head
Although it felt
Like I was dead
Buried beneath
Oxycodone clouds
With sprinkles of
Lyrica and Cymbalta
Being poked
In the fingers
And in the sides
As I bled
Nothing to be said
As syringes fed
Me
Cocktails
That made me
Inhale and exhale
But in the end
Failed to kill me
So since my hope
Could not be broken
They opened the
Door and set me
Free to be with
My father again
Now he
Was happy to learn
Of my return
That health not wealth
Took me far, far away
But I knew one day
That I would make it
Back to my father G-O-D
Because he never stopped
Loving me

Reviews

[Jennesis]

I hear your faith strong here. Persecuted by wicked tongues...wow.

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

Thanks Jenn...