Endless Rope Poem by Robert Burgan

See a world of lost souls drifting like seasons passed
Sickness running rampant across the face they forgot to love
Scars and needle marks draped on them like table clothes
They feed off full plates, half empty cups and can't let go of the past they crushed
Future seems like an endless alley
Sleeping on trains and drifting off
Structure torn like test demolitions hard fought battle they won't enlist in
We all want to die when our faith is gone
Don't hate yourself for lying don't fall down on shame and guilt
The world is not as dark as it looks
There's hope if you commit to being rebuilt
Rebuild yourself
SShed the shame
Wear your face and don't stray from hope
We all want to die when our faith is gone
Begin the walk
Your journey doesn't have to conclude at the end of your rope.