Never been
On Easy
Street
Eke existence
Week to
Week
Leaning
Up against this
Wall
Wishing to again
Stand
Tall
Spirit broken
Resolve
Weak
Nourished solely
By
Defeat
Bedraggled, dirty
Down on
Luck
Needs eclipse a
Few spare
Bucks
Eyes diverted
From my
Gaze
Locked up
In this purple
Haze
Rejected disciple of
The
Whole
Relegated
To Black
Hole
The secrets lie there
Within
Reach
Perhaps today I’ll
Find my
Feet



