I ventured away from the penand I won’t be doing that again.
Slipped into the abyss
watched a minds judgement collapsing
I just sat there letting time do it's passing
I knew watching the show
why I kept a firm leash
on where I let myself go.
Those trails of thought
were something I was not.
I wound up there
on nostalgia and availability
A hot combination that
let waste make a mess of me
I walked out that door,
kicking myself
because I had closed it before
The man I’ve been making
out of this boy
was going to need
sixteen days of salvation
and a few alterations.
The situation wasn’t as simple
as the work I had to do within me.
There was a partner to this crime
that needed even more work
done in his own mind.
It’s difficult to watch a brother go.
You can serve him advice
with a nice steak
from a high end diner.But you can’t fix the flaws
when you weren’t the designer.
So I sewed myself back together
and reinforced those old holes in my leather.
Left him a fine steak
and wondered if he’d do better.
Got back to my desk
picked up my pen,
and wrote about a strange time
I had with an old friend.
About the Creator
Mr. KUTZKY
All things dark and strange, the beauty of complexity, the isolation of integrity. Honest articulations on the perks and pitfalls of both. Keep your mind sharp and a sword to your heart.
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