{"sf1_id":1925701,"sf2_id":"J1O995km","title":"\"Broken Man's Blues\"","author":"MyOwnParasite","words":234,"posted_at":"2022-11-26T16:07:00.000Z","tags":["Blues","Desperation","Love","Memoriam","Poetry","Strength","addiction","hope","nonfiction","sadness","song"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1925701-broken-man-s-blues","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1O995km","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/af/34/af3438b6-afc3-442f-a298-607dcb00c43b","description":"#8 of Poetry, both old and new\n\nA poem I wrote during the Height of my heroin addiction. For all of its downsides, heroin always made me somehow inspired to craft something meaningful... This post is dedicated in loving memory of my mate.","content":"* * *\n\n\"Broken Man's Blues\"\n\nKen Anderson,\u0026nbsp; 12 January,\u0026nbsp; 2012\n\nI've felt the cold,  \nOf winter midnights.  \nThe things you see,  \nUpon the streets.  \n  \nI've lived through guns,  \nSo many fistfights,  \nAnd all the \"things\"  \nThey did to me...  \n  \nIt ain't the same,  \nEvery morning...  \nSomebody new  \nWakes up as me...  \n  \nAnd I don't know,  \nJust where I'm going...  \nAll I know,  \nIs that I'm free!  \n  \nThere are no chains!  \nUpon me!  \nThere are no chains!  \nUpon me!  \n  \nWell, I can see,  \nThe stars now,  \nAnd I know what lies  \nBeyond...  \n  \nCause only glory  \nWaits for me there,  \nAnd all the things,  \nOf which I'm fond...  \n  \nAnother glass you  \nRaise to me!  \nFor when I'm dead,  \nAnd when I'm gone...  \n  \nBut you remember  \nWhat I say,\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;now!  \nCause we'll be friends  \nLong when we're gone...  \n  \nAnd I can see it...  \nThat gray day.  \nAnd I can smell it!  \nThat horrible rain!\n\nBut then I found him ,\n\nAnd he took my pain,\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd said\n\n\"I'll never let you\n\nCry again...\"\n\nHe said it could never\n\nBe perfect. .\n\nHe said it might drive me\n\nInsane...\n\nAnd he said that he would\n\nAlways hold my hand,\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen all I could see was\n\nThe Rain...\n\n\"If it's hell that you have\n\nTo enter,\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'll be there right by your\n\nSide...:\"\n\n\"What is there to fear,\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen \u0026nbsp;darkness\u0026nbsp;\n\nComes near,\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe'll face it,\n\nJust you and I...\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry, both old and new","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1925578-something-rises-in-the-morning.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1926002-death-song-of-the-ceruni.json"}}