Fog

Trapped here in London

or is it the city

by the bay

day after day

after day

after day

pea soup

drowning

socked-in

frowning

downing

handfulls of

hope you wake up

still here

still live in fear

still drinking cheap beer

and box wine

and moon shining

over the bay now

but fog still hanging

over the day

hanging around

but can’t stay

away from grey skies

flies in the ointment

and dissapointment

less boom,

more bust

and appointment

after appointment

and happiness rusts

and trust in pills

and refills

more refills

it helps kill

but window sills

still curtains drawn

all bridges burned

all hope is gone

more dope

less dawn

rising at mid-day

binging on Netflix

stay away

don’t want to see

you or anyone

Johnny’s gone

I took his gun

now counting bullets

one, two, three

come fly away,

eternity

the Devils down

on bended knee

but final pleas

won’t set you free

the fog won’t lift

you’ll never see

everything

you meant to me

and everyone.

Put down the drugs

and throw out the gun,

come to the island

live life in the sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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