Caught In A Rainstorm With No Where To Go. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A rock and hard place.
In-between and on my knees.
Begging God please.
If you will, if you might.
With such a guiding light.
Nothing can be simple or straightforward.
Instead we have the complex inside a picture perfect puzzle.
Solve this and you will solve all your problems.
Touch the very center of this tree and enter this land of fantasy.
A dollar a glass at this good old lemonade stand.
Enjoy the the ride it comes with haunting blood red full moon and a very angry constant rushing tide among peaking jagged rocks.
Please don't drown, and maybe you'll wash up on some pristine island.
Completely un-touched by human hands.
Such vile creatures they go about thinking they own everything and destroy it as they please.
Doubly wise, who was it that came with this surprise.
With puppy dog eyes I can still hear you beg.
Like your position is some how worse then mine.
Just give me stability, a guaranteed to place to rest my head, groceries to cook and sustain me, a hot shower to wash off the filth that sorounds me.
A morbid truth is nobody cares, not till you pitch your tent next door.
Trust me I know.
Rules of being on the road, constantly moving from shadow to shadow.
With everybody giving chase, hounding me every single day.
Holding down a job all the while.
So go ahead blame me, for being poor but that's not why I'm homeless.
Blame it on the drugs I don't do, blame it on the alcohol I don't drink, blame it on betting horse I never heard of.
Their has to got to be a reason to this madness.
Society couldn't to be to blame.
No never not with such caring folk.
Go ahead buy into the lie, when it happens to you only then can you truly understand.
What about family and friend, don't make me laugh.
You think I'm only one.
The crack is so wide you could drive an oversized tractor trailer carrying a house through it.
Friends in the same boat, family doing what they can just to stay a float.
It's a really bad joke, playing musical chairs with not enough for all of us.
And every time you go to sit in one, it's pulled from right underneath.
Ouch did that hurt.
Oh my that's funny.
We got a comedian right here.
Make the most of a bad situation.
And I'm the punch line.
Someone drank too much of their own coolaid.
Mighty king please give me another I suffer for your entertainment and pleasure solely.
Definitely no other reason I can find for it.
Rest assured, once climb back up, bring my head back up above the water I will pull you down with me.
Just so you know how it feels.
Just so you truly understand the desperation, the fear, the hunger, the thirst, the cold, being tired every day and night.
Out of breath, just trying to escaping so you don't lose what you have left.
Taking off those rose colored glasses.
Knowing an illusion when you see it.
So many lies are painted in that white picket fence.
Yet we continue to build them.
Got to prop it up don't you know.
Got to feed humanity's ego.
Not a humble bone in our bodies.
We all live in a house full of denial.
So I walk on hot cobble stones with bare feet because I have no choice hoping I soon find shoes that fit, but living my life as if I won't.