With The Lepers
I’m out here with the lepers again, my only friends
Are the outcasts who do not judge and take me in
In the hollow wilderness we drunkenly sing of our sins
Our voices thick with pain and whiskey – broken men
Shards of souls intoxicated and aching within
At it again, our mind flicker bright like the campfire light
Fighting hard to find oxygen, and end the burning plight
There’s no might left, I’m lost, and with the unwanted I was tossed
Put on my own rugged cross – forgetting the psalms that I was taught
Replacing them with the many transgressions wrought
Over my twenty-some odd years of living over 2 decades of giving
Myself to a messiah that wasn’t there, never answered or didn’t care
About the broken but still beating heart exposed and bare
I’m out here with the lepers the only ones who stuck around
The only ones who don’t frown when my weary face is around
They clear a space and say, “sit down”, listening to my woeful sounds
Listening to the tales of the sorrow in which I drown
Nurturing my tired brain which is all but spiraling down
Into abyss which, hits this, lonesome penman
It’s a shame the only ones who understand me are sickened and distant
I’m with The Lepers