A Whisper From the Grave
You came to visit me dear brother
with sweet flowers in your hand
I have waited for what has seemed an eternity
to tell you, so you will understand.
You were right and I was wrong,
but I couldn't stop me, I had to go on
with the obsession that consumed me
as the pain grew slowly into addiction's pawn.
And left me standing on a freeway off ramp
begging with my little dog
with a sign that should have said; Help Me,
instead of "homeless", as I sat there in the fog.
Tell Mom and Dad I love them
and never planned to leave this way
I was in the grip of something
that had lead me far, far away....
From all the people that tried to save me
when I was out there on the street
wandering wasted and lost and so alone
to that place of distant dammed defeat......
I am sorry that they found me
with a bottle by my side
and tell them, I wanted to stop
but this was something I was denied
You gave me so many chances
to set things right and turn this stuff around
can't you see, or believe.....how bad things got,
until I rest here in this plot of ground
And I call out to your broken heart
Thank you for the life your tried to save
I pray that you hear me
as I whisper from the grave............
Jim in Olympia