He looks to get high <br />In the lowest of low places <br />His world swirls <br />To a mangled mess <br />Lighting foil <br />To burn his midnight oil <br /> <br />I get glimpses <br />Before the high takes flight <br />Vanishing the man I once knew <br /> <br />He’s lost to me <br />He’s lost to you <br /> <br />His charm is a device <br />To make me think he’s alright <br />Into thinking I might be wrong <br />To question my reason <br />Allowing myself to be seduced <br />By his cheap song <br /> <br />I get glimpses <br />Glimmer-y shimmer-y Sparkles <br />Of who he used to be <br /> <br />He’s lost to you <br />He’s lost to me <br /> <br />He wastes his genius <br />On barstool fools and addicts <br />His self-inflicted dementia <br />My heart becomes conflicted <br />It’s hard to look his mother in the eye <br />And Lie <br /> <br />I get glimpses <br />I can see remnants of the man <br />In his worn thin skeleton suit <br /> <br />He lost to me <br />He’s lost to you <br /> <br />I want to believe his words <br />I want to hear his song <br />I want to think he can pull thru <br />But those things I want <br />Are just wishes gone wrong <br /> <br />In my mind is a picture <br />Of him playing guitar and smiling <br />But behind that beautiful grin are false teeth <br /> <br />He’s lost to you <br />He’s lost to me<br /><br />Wanda Swim Strunk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirty-kurty/
