Poem: No More A Black Sheep

It's raining now my shoulders wet, my T shirt cold across my chest.

It's 3am and It's so dark, no sunshine rising with the lark.

As I stand from this park bench a rush of pain kicks at my head,

fall to the left or fall to the right, I hit the ground I cannot fight.

How did I get into this state, off to my right I see a gate

I must get through it into the light, I need help now I cannot fight.

My fathers door was closed to me, my mothers tears how can this be?

A fool to drink a gambling man, I broke their hearts though not by plan.

In the dead of night my money gone I'd stumble home, a wretched son.

Both awake though speaking not, listening out watching the clock.

They dread the sound of my key in the door, will I stumble to the floor?

Into the house and into the light, I fall to my left, I cannot fight.

My father cried 'of this no more we lie afraid, be out the door'

I'm walking now I'm through the gate, the big man small, I weep, I wait.

Back to dads door, mams door, my door, I knock and now it's morning.

I vow to myself I'll stop today, let me in my soul is calling.

Slowly it opens two faces in tears, I beg their forgiveness for the pain for the years.

Their arms are around me, I've promised you see, no longer a wretch nor a black sheep I'll be.