Hell-bend highway..

Hell-bend highway

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Some folks cannot be saved.”

My Brother is free

Always torn and never content.

Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him.

Whiskey and beer dreams.

Paradise blinded by dreams seen
at the bottom of an empty bottles.

We were raised like Brother’s.

He felt no peace in a normal flow of living.

Addiction of life are many.

Sex, Booze and money can bring us to
death gate.

I pray for my Brother in living.

You found some sort of peace in death.

I wish I listen to you more.

I wish I try to understand why the booze
brought peace to your life.

Now I write wasted words.

I will pray you found peace finally.

Coyote
16 Sept 2009