Shame

Shame

Waiting in a dark room, where shadows encompass everything yet run from themselves,

He wakes up, cringes over, tightly closed eyes, and shaking hands,

he soon opens his eyes and stares out as if lookin out upon the great divide,

I could have saved them, I, I… should have been there, more often…

“What, what could you have done Ed. huh? your only Human, just a simple man”

I should have been there, your in my head now, I can feel you clawing around, searching

searchin, tryin to find ways to cure me, why I am the way that I am, what are you doin in there,…

oh GOD, oh GOD, its coming back, Feelings, memories rushin in like the raging salt river,

God Damn July, this stupid month, always worse than any of the others, an its lingering affects,

I wonder if this is how the brave Ulysses felt, when his trails run dry,

With shakin hand, he reaches over to the Minnie fridge next to the bed

And takes out a BEER, he drinks, and Takes a big sigh, like he can finally breathe again,

hands stopped shakin as he becomes comfortably numb again;

Ooo, Shame on the morning sunrise, shame on the Beer…

He moves, and he functions, showers an rushes out to meet the day,

Music always with, helping keep rhythm or stumble he might fall, though my mind wants to cry out loud

Dylan, Cash, Zeppelin, Bob Seger and some Doors today, Beatles always there, Beer for lunch,

Pretty soon, as the night comes on, he stares out on the hot, but beautiful Arizona sunset,

Feelings of wanting to pack up the bags and just ride, ride off down the road,

Can feel now, it hurts, it hurts a lot,

Anger, rage, and feel of loss, no longer wild and free, but in prison, with the warmth soon gone,

He stumbles over to the fridge again, breathing sporadically, muscles cramping, mind panicking

Longing for miracles, as nothing comes easy anymore like in the days of youth,

Until sittin beside me, you no idea how I see or what I feel, all my nightmares are real,

Grabbing a whisky Fire Ball and some Beer, it calms, the worries of the day soon gone,

Sitting in a darken room, staring out the window,

Only way can associate with the outside world now,

Watching all the strangers faces in the crowded city street outside the window

Man, only time I’m happy’s is when playing my guitar… drink in hand an writing…

With Pink Floyd and the Beatles playing on an endless loop cycle,

Man, damn me, Damn the sun, Shame on the Beer and shame on the moon, Just… Shame