He's Not Dead Yet
Here he lays
A man
A friend
A brother
and a lover
Here he lays
He’s not dead yet
He’s just laying down
A man who doesn’t have much to lose
He’s dangerous
Clever
Petty
and usually
under the influence
Here he lays
staring up at the ceiling
trapped in his mind
His thoughts are like quicksand
The more he rages against them
The faster he gets pulled under the earth
Here he lays
The man who couldn’t love
The man who was almost someone
The man who could have chased his dreams
but chased them halfway
Here he lays
The man that points out everyone else’s mistakes
That’s why
They hate him
So he lays
Alone
Trapped in quicksand
Staring up at the wall
Stoned and drunk
He might as well
Be dead
But instead
He just
Lays there
Taking up the oxygen
He should probably plant a tree
For all the clean air he’s wasted filling his lungs
Just to live a life
That means nothing to anyone but him.
If only he stopped trying to fix everything and everyone
Then he might not be alone
-C.H.