It feels like I was dropped in the worst kind of lost and found
whoever forgot me never came around, searching
decided I was already long gone or not worth it.
Johnny Cash said love would hurt
but does it have to hurt this bad?
How'd I end up this rained on dirt bag, petty job, dodging cops, worthless like a dime bag?
I can barely recall when altered states weren't tasted every day, I was small when I was ok
with reality, but that's not today, it was far back, many yesterdays.
I always wind up with fists when cats play Ten Fingers
and seeing a single picture is my greatest trigger for taking one to the dome, go figure.
Makes me shiver when I think about the times that I used to have,
playing tag with my brother and friends, when we all had dads, and weren't dead,
didn't have these ghosts sitting in our heads, and visits to the graveyard.
It's too far for me, and every step is placed on shards of glass,
lost and found bound like my past.
© Daniel Magner 2013