The Machine gun of Despair
Lingering
He’s forgotten
Who he is
Troubles gathered
In shadows
He can’t see
The path
Struggling with
Any way at all
Wearing last week’s clothes
Creased and soiled
With all the problems
He’s been hiding from
And it’s getting worse
Ganging up on him
He’s battling the anger
And the rage
And he’s losing
His troubles
Wrapped in rags
Sit on cardboard
Taunting him
He’s lost
In himself
In his swirling rage
Words and spittle
Aimed at
Nothing and everything
Ricocheting through
The shadows
Backfiring
Shivering with cold
Shaking with anger
Trembling with an
Empty glimpse
Of the future