We Don’t Always Get Up

We Don’t Always Get Up

Born my son 
of youth, 
My pride 
shadowed you, 

Our long talks
 sitting under the stars,
Your wisdom 
learning astounding.

You followed me,
To the sky, 
Your letters, 
soothed ego,
in uniform you came,
healthy and strong.

Randomness comes, without warning, 
Chaos follows, tragedy forms,
Every rising 
sun it hides,
Limping up my path,
Gunshot one leg,

You a ghost decimated by meth,
My heart bled, my love insane, 
weak, sick, 

Meth demon chained,
withdrawal, horror for all,

Detoxing,rehab came,
Daily classes, groups and counseling,

Fell on meths ears and a mind so distant,
likewise wife impaled,
two little girls came,

Wasn’t long 
Meth summoned you back,
she had a grimy fist,
grasping your soul, 

girls gone, 
No family, 
A Spector,
of the haze,
Abandoning goodness,
for Satans crumbs,

We watched you implode,  
only love remained,

Your Wife descended down in your darkness, 
Her daughters lost their mother,
Your hand 
sought a rope, 
many times,

But the demons could not be restrained,
Our pain ebbed and flowed, 
The tidal shift’s, 
drifted hope to sea,
Only love remains,

Soon came rising waters, 
height of our faith,
All was well,
no horizon, 
nor darkness, 
we saw,

I cried, 
I prayed, 
maybe sooner should I,
But Randomness 
and Chaos,
checked our god,

We each fell like dominos, sheep off a cliff 
following
No hope, 
no faith, 
nor love could 
I taste,

My heart became stone, 
heavy and throbbing,
Son of youth, 
No longer can 
I shadow you,

I can only lay you in a velvet box,
hidden away 
with my grief,

Yes Chaos and Randomness, 
are the true gods of man,
is a two edged sword....

Can something come from naught,
while asleep,
I weep,I weep.

By James Kirk-Wiggins (c) January 2020, All rights reserved