My Misery

Broken bones
A wounded heart
Don't know where to begin
Don't know where it starts
Day after day
In darkness

I lay
Waiting to be able
To drift away
A thoughtless mind
With a
Broken spine

Looking for a familiar face
Looking for the right place
To call home
Drifters walk
Alone
Without a desire

Stare and laugh
Pouring salt
In the cuts in my calf
Drinking in my misery
Making it your energy.