Q's Alter Ego
By johnqpublic
He can be found on a park bench, pen in hand recording his dreams & nightmares, invisible to passersby His life story has been heard by an audience of thousands but his life is a mystery to those who love him most He can be found in soup lines or wandering lonely streets with his bed in a Hefty bag He loves women (& sometimes they love him back, responding to his sweetness) but the woman who loves him most will never see the dark place that is his home He is celebrated by strangers far away; he is ignored by those who see him every day There is a black hole that swallows him at times and leaves him longing for a quiet death & relief from the pain that shreds his heart He takes comfort in whiskey though he knows that it is a cruel love for him; that it lured him to the place where he lives He knows a thousand souls that pray for him but no prayers cross his lips; his conversations with his God are filled with curses There is great strength deep within him; growling like a caged lion it is seen in the eyes of those who know him but is invisible to him. Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 01:29 AM PST 10 • 0
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