5/26/2020
i don't understand
why i am
the way i am
not worth a damn
why every single grain of sand
slips through my (two) cupped hand(s)
leaving me (with) no place to stand
no solid land
this is not what i had planned
my hopes had spanned
canyons so grand
walking across a fragile strand
now i'm led to slaughter like a lamb
only this: golden band
but a few grams
reminds me of when i was a worthy man
worthy of something more than bland
knowing, saying, "yes, i can"
inspired, relentless, gold and grand
i know who i was, i was more than
this hollow shell of who i now am
a forgotten soul, a defeated man
maybe one day i'll rise again
maybe one day i'll understand