Because you have won

You are a winner

 

All I can do is lose

And I have lost

 

I cry because I can’t dance

I watch you sway back and forth

But my legs won’t move, wont step

 

Because you are a winner

Magnificent

 

I am restrained to this bed

Broken glass in your footsteps

 

You can’t walk to me

Beneath this radiating iridescent light

Above Eleven stories, so many untold

Bullet wounds forgotten

 

I’m not allowed to pray to God here

Just count the tiles

And forget the Love

Wish I was in,

Wish I was in

 

You are a great winner, remember that?

The January Spring air

The January Honey dip

 

Directions given

Didn’t take a drink

Thought you might hide the pills

Punch you in the face

 

Now all left behind

Nothing is hidden

Come see me now

See what I’m made of

And I’ll show you the actions of love

The visuals of love

The feelings of love

But, you’ll never quote me...

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.01.15:15:00:00@296NYC