My eyes fly into overdrive
As my shine dies, and my mind is immobilised
Help me grasp veracity, I’ve waited patiently
For the day, you’d come face to face with me
This poem, hides decay in its very lines
enough of the bullshit, now I portray the lies
The pages of my novel, shudder lightly in the breeze
As I sit in McDonald’s, ah yes, good ol’ Mickey D’s
I finish my meal, and set out on the lonely trek home
In my trench coat, with a runny nose and a head cold
‘yo man, can you spare some change for homeless folk?’
‘Get out of here dude, it’s your own fault you’re broke’
I continue walking, the hem of my jeans catch my foot
I fall, and get up again, with muddy clothes and a shattered tooth
My reputation would be in tatters, if anyone saw me in this nature
These bums might think I’m one of them, and involve me in their caper
I walk on, consciously peering over my shoulder at intervals
As they hold up signs saying ‘you better believe that winter kills’
I’m sick at the sight, but after a quick flash of light
My mind is set right
I gaze deep into the blue/green haze, of his eyes…amazed
‘you abandoned me, for sixteen years, I’ve walked these streets
With no money to live, and basically fucking nothing to eat
You see, you made a mistake as a youth, a stupid one? Yes
I bet you never guessed, I’d come back to cause you stress’
My eyes fly into overdrive
As my shine dies, and my mind is immobilised
‘I know that I, made a mistake, but I was young and foolish
If there’s anything that will make it better, SON I’ll do it’
I plead with him, guilt eats away at my breath
As I decay at the flesh
‘If you don’t come with me, I’ll have nothing left’
He’s visibly pondering his options in his brain, he must think I’m a psycho
‘what’s wrong dad? Everyone else has been reduced, reused and recycled?
Well I won’t be the same, I’m not a pawn in your little game, go fuck
Because you had a life, until you fucked it up, you suck
You abandoned me as a child, you want me to come home and eat?
As far as I’m concerned, I have no father, and my home is the street’
two days later, this man was found dead, a suicide note was found on his bed:
I’ll make this short and straight to the topic
Son, when you rejected me I just lost it
So find peace in this world, peace without me
I hope you become what you want to be
While I sleep
Signed,
Scum of the earth