My gospel in prose 

Drugs 

Twisted love

View of self smudged 

Beaten down and 

Drowning 

In 

Alcohol and substance 

Moved away 

Mother’s Day 

Nowhere to stay 

Moved in 

Stranger Inn

Taken advantage

Collateral damage

Put the bandage on 

With more “love”

More drugs

Almost fed up 

High level of stress 

Deflated air mattress 

“Come to my res…”

Cue 

The pay phone 

Going home 

All alone 

Nineteen 

Vow to be mean

To not be seen 

Dating 

Waiting 

For marriage or 

At least that’s what I thought I should do 

House plus two kids

Lost interest

“I deserve more than this.”

Twisted

Tangled

Heart mangled 

Harsh words

Still more…

“She’s not yours!”

Same here

Commitment smeared 

No tears 

Because 

Heart’s hard

Guarded 

Don’t get me started 

Found freedom

When speaking

The real thing 

Love warriors 

All over

Found healing 

Piece mealing 

Me back to health 

Eventually without stealth 

Finding wealth 

In this life again 

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