Why are you downcast, O my soul? (A Poem)

Why are you downcast, O my soul?

Why do you fall so easily?

I’ll tell you why.

You are weak, and fickle and full of lust

And you don’t trust those who love you

You think that you can do everything by yourself

But then you get to feeling like you do now

And you feel so alone and would take a life for a way out.

You’re looking to score and no, not in sports.

You’d kill for the whisky that takes the pain away

Or a joint just to kill the voices

You’d trade the progress you’ve made so far for the kiss of that whores mouth

Just so you could feel somebody close.

And so I ask again, why are you downcast, O my soul?

You don’t trust the man that saved you

And so you tie on your spandex cape

And you try to play the hero

But it never works does it?

You can’t stop the bullets that piece you to the core

And you can’t stop that thundering train that is racing toward you

And so to comfort yourself, you’ll retreat even more

Losing more and more of the few days you have left.

And so I ask again, why are you downcast, O my soul?