Repeat Offence

I always end up back here;
Drinking wine
Out of a fine china mug.
As though the repetition
Could numb my pain.
Even in the sunshine
I find a way to hurt.
But that’s just me -
Down in the dirt.
With my bag of troubles
And my little purse of joy.
My ancient band of soldiers
And my long lost loving boy.

I’ve run out of riches, now:
All lost to tears.
Into fears and memory
And useless nights of grieving.
Stumbling through life
With pitiful jokes and
Petty pranks shielding my pain.
But that’s just me-
Lost in the rain
Screaming out for some help.
Let me out! Let me be free!
Look beneath this mask of lies
And release the captured me.

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