On the Cusp
I've always been the one
who stays on the fringes
living off of thrill
risk
by my own rules-
none.
The underbelly of glamour
the parts they don't see.
The street life was my calling
it was all meant to be.
I bathed in oblivion,
in lawlessness, I basked,
whilst reveling in adrenaline and power.
Others did my bidding
they gave me what I needed
and so, they stayed around.
Complete control was mine
of my days, my head, my fellows;
Until the day reality
wrested it from my hands.
Cold, hungry, broken,
I searched, unceasingly,
for one more fix, one high, one crutch,
yet my search was all in vain.
Hateful, raging, lusting
for all that I had lost,
I lashed out, shut down, gave up.
If others couldn't see my pain,
perhaps I could forget, too.
Alas, it was not so,
still it grew more acute
till I hurt everyone around me
so that maybe I'd feel less
ashamed
irate
lost
afraid.
Now, through tears and blood and loss,
another path splays out,
one straight, gilded, promising,
abundant in satisfaction and health.
Though the prospect is alluring
I can't help but stop and think-
Is this even tangible?
Can I live like this?
Is this path meant for me?
For being on the sunny side of Hell
has been my life thus far.
My interlude spent in the shade
has left its deep, gored mark.
Still, I sometimes look off the path, aside,
toward the edges,
where blissful insubordination looms,
and excited lust softly whispers my name.
Every day's a new fight
to keep the demons at bay.
Though ambition burns in my eyes,
I wonder;
will I be led astray?