He looks to get high
In the lowest of low places
His world swirls
To a mangled mess
Lighting foil
To burn his midnight oil
I get glimpses
Before the high takes flight
Vanishing the man I once knew
He’s lost to me
He’s lost to you
His charm is a device
To make me think he’s alright
Into thinking I might be wrong
To question my reason
Allowing myself to be seduced
By his cheap song
I get glimpses
Glimmer-y shimmer-y Sparkles
Of who he used to be
He’s lost to you
He’s lost to me
He wastes his genius
On barstool fools and addicts
His self-inflicted dementia
My heart becomes conflicted
It’s hard to look his mother in the eye
And Lie
I get glimpses
I can see remnants of the man
In his worn thin skeleton suit
He lost to me
He’s lost to you
I want to believe his words
I want to hear his song
I want to think he can pull thru
But those things I want
Are just wishes gone wrong
In my mind is a picture
Of him playing guitar and smiling
But behind that beautiful grin are false teeth
He’s lost to you
He’s lost to me
Wanda Swim Strunk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirty-kurty/
