Garden Of Excess

I've been many things
Not all of them good
My excess is as real as
my poverty
But You already Know

On the night of torment I
Prayed in garbage, drank muddy water
The stars were the light of heaven
But the old man wasn't talking

I bled myself by the river but
The river wouldn't take my blood
My pockets were empty
The debt had not been paid

But the insight into my perfection
and my abyss
My hunger to be
Made what I had enough

holloway64 holloway64
46-50, M
Nov 6, 2012