J.R Hunter

Rookie (12/06/81 / Sydney, Australia)

Awakened From The Bench - Poem by J.R Hunter

Awakened from the bench
Naked without clothes
Running through the forest
With the animals all alone
Walking up the mountain,
I stand on its peak
Alone in the rain
In a dumpster on the street
Choking on the air
From the metal coffins
Driving by
Begging for some change
In my life as I sigh
Dam the rivers
Stop the crime
Feed my ass
Or your television’s mine
Driving to work
I’ll push my shopping cart by
There are no tune-ups,
No oil changes, a little rust
But it’s mine
Paid in full
With the baby seat on top
Where I store my beer cans
As I make my stops
Applying the breaks,
My soul is wearing thin
Wearing my faith on my shoes
Is being broke a sin?
Because day after day
Time after time
The minutes add up
And the wrinkles start to tell
The take of a man
Or is it the story of a boy
Am I toying with my life?
Or just practicing to die?
So I wander these streets
Talking to walls
I’m a little bit crazy
But at least I know
That these days I live
Though delinquent for some
Pay the bills and the lawyers
That allow me to run
For the office of my choice
Instead of creditors and cops
Free trade on the streets
Where I sell your belongings for rocks
That I smoke all alone
Easing the pain in my life
Pebbles of promise
Driving these nails of strife
Through my hands and feet

Hang me high on a cross
So I can look down on my cart
And the life I’ve lost
There are worse things in life
Than dieing for your sins
But salvation won’t come
To a life that’s never begun

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 15, 2009

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