Forty years I trudged <br />And had no answers; <br />A mind that was at sea <br />And heart unanchored. <br /> <br />The day I had my birth <br />My father cursed. <br />Today, I saw him dead <br />And wished him worse. <br /> <br />Even from the start, <br />My mother's teeth <br />Tore my heart to bits <br />When I would sleep. <br /> <br />No angels dance on pins <br />No god's in heaven <br />Tonight I drink and dice <br />From nine to seven. <br /> <br />Sixty years I lived <br />And saw no worth; <br />Now, harpies, drink my blood <br />And do your worst. <br /> <br />One night I will go down <br />Beside the sea <br />Anchorless, alone <br />Will cease to be.<br /><br />Brian Purdy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hanratty-himself/
