Spirit

Slept on the couch,
Slept in the bath tub,
Slept on the floor,
Slept in the graveyard,
But,

But it wasn’t my time.

Wrote a letter,
Wrote a song,
Wrote a message,
Put it in a bottle,
Smashed it,
Against the wall.

I wrote it down and burnt it.
Watched the smoke drift to the skies.

I walked the street,
People crossed the road,
To avoid me.
Wouldn’t look me in the eyes.
So I.
I kept walking.

This is my truth.
I am living proof.
I am alive.
My spirit reaches the sky.

They tried to kill me,
But I refused to die.

This is my truth,
I am living proof.
I am alive.
My spirit reaches the sky.

© Paul Andrew Sneddon