Walking
in the sunlight,
living
in the dark.
Blind
to those around him,
solitude
his guide.
everything
shows depression,
dark
clothing, black sheets, dead palm in his studio.
Singing
along with morose musicians,
Kid
only comes out at night.
His
job is on graveyard shift,
pours
gas on the blaze.
Serious
diagnosis Kid bares alone,
cannot
see himself in the mirror.
Abuses
substances to get relief,
from
the abusive ghosts that haunt him.
Agreed
to die with needle in arm,
nothing
left anyway, nothing he created.
Hangs
out with the hooded one on weekends,
asked
for companions on this diving airplane.
Grim
harvester has a sense of humor,
companions
used and abused him like drugs they did..
Made
a deal having withdrawals, while shaking and sweating,
would
have signed anything for wellness.
Gave
Kid the ability to call drugs to him, by will alone,
no
need for employment or currency.
But
the ability wasn’t constant and he resorted to sacrificing his dignity,
integrity, and personal pride.
Kid
couldn’t face it when it was happening,
lived
in denial.
But
those around knew, could see, and there was a vibe,
cheap
motel rooms, never used the bed for sleep.
As
long he had a substance in his veins,
Kid
didn’t care what happened to him or anyone else.
And
so he was used the worst way,
violated
by a man in his sleep, sharing mortality.
Now
grown past the ugliness of desperate days,
struck
down by fate, physically, destroyed by residue, emotionally.
Kid
wants to turn a corner, maybe even go back to the way it was,,
forgets
signing on the dotted line for his essence.
Tries
to retract the agreement,
doesn’t
know if it’s possible to change path’s,
when
you’re so far along.
Unable
to go into the light of day due to the violation,
but
looks through the window and associates with the day people.
Just
assumes that he can change course,
if
he can’t the cloud will form and the sparrows will arrive.
After
all that hell, Kid still dabbles in darkness,
however
minor, it is still darkness.
Kid
tells those that care that he wants to live in the light,
but
he doesn’t think he’ll make it and doesn’t think there’s enough time.
The
shadow people are so familiar and don’t scare him anymore,
The
shade has a mark in the grass the shape of his body.
Darkness
is what Kid knows; he likes it,
not
ever knowing what is coming because he can’t see two feet in front.
It’s
an empty space, no light, nothing to hope for, only disappointment,
for
nothing, just Kid’s existence.
The
beatings received as a child still lash his back today,
only
Kid is doing it to himself, doing the work of the one’s with no light, no love,
no life anymore.
Kid
likes to exist in the void,
he
played there as a little boy,
but
then he was dragged there by the Dark Master’s minion.
A
man that was like a Lion, wanting to kill all offspring from previous male’s
when he arrived, only he just put Kid through 12 years of torture.
Kid
was shell shocked and went to the dark side because it promised instant relief
from his pain.
Kid
is at a crossroads, he knows the way to the light, has been there before,
but
when he is completely honest he doesn’t think he can maintain being so bright.
The
dark side always calls him like the ice cream truck to children,
when
he hears, impulse says to go running.
Kid
has not even seen all that the dark side has to offer,
but
likes what he has already knows.
His
late mother yearned for the light,
but
unintentionally threw Kid into the darkness.
Kid’s
sisters are all he has left and they live in the light,
refuse
to speak to him if he is going to stay in the dark.
Kid’s
best friend lives the light and begs him to join the club,
Kid
enjoys his isolation with substances and emotional pain,
pain
is his pleasure, trained to need pain as a boy.
Kid
is sick, physically, terminal
Kid
is sick, mentally, clinically
Kid
needs to make a choice before one is made for him
The
universe will throw him in any old hole,
Decide
Kid, choose your poison.
Warm,
inviting, comforting, LOVE or
Stern,
course, grating, HATE.
you
decide, Kid.
