Home Poem by Justin Bemis

This run down shack that holds my closes kin

is musty dingy and reaping with sin..

in this house my family and I sit alone for forgiveness is what we seek,

the things I've seen and done would make my dear mother weep.

the long lonely nights with half hearted smiles,

the flys trying to woo you with all their feminine wiles

take your thoughts and dreams and lead them a stray

to houses and shacks far from your way..

this little drink that sits cold in my hand

has been the ruin of a lot of many a man..

the sweet cool intoxication that seems to make you forget

is the biggest toxin to fill you with regret....

so I'll sit here on this stool with my family all in sin

till that Angel I seek comes down from heaven that I may be born again..

Love is my sin, as well as my need

to lift me off this stool and back upon my feet..