Bare to the Bone

"Bare to the Bone"

I want you to know that I'm talking about someone what I'm about to say is not so much fun.

Struggling thru the last many years

looking back thru a prism of tears.

Hair on fire with confused emotion

thoughts running wild, mental explosions.

Going on emotion instead of common sense

is like loosening a bolt without a wrench.

I'm all alone in the pitiless street

torn up jeans no socks on my feet.

Shirt threadbare, missing buttons frayed collar bought at Sally for less than a dollar.

Room in the big city bare to the bone

no bible in the bed stand and unworkable phone. Five dollars a night, that's the fare

the A.C. dead, not even cool air.

A pullout bed tucked in the wall

broken shower and a dirty stall.

Rent due daily that's a rule

a cracked and empty hole for a pool.

All day have I wandered to and fro

hungry, shivering, and nowhere to go.

The night is coming on in darkness and dread and the chill sleet beating upon my bare head.

Why does the wind blow upon me so wild

is it because I am nobody's child?

Is it even possible that the Lord would want me? can He tamp the anguish and make me free?

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-Peter