Poem: No More A Black Sheep
The 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.