how i was feeling last friday night

My head hurts
and though the heartaches have all been quite
harmless so far, these last two have cut me
to the core
so my heart feels like my fingers after too many
hours of playing guitar
Luck broke the bank and my pennies are gone,
I'm scared that I'll drown in the red
as I choke
As the loaners and lenders lean over my head
and my heart and my spirit aren't
the only things broke
and I am alone in my bed.
But greater problems persist and pervade
as a father works hours on end
and across the night, in another sad place
someone's lover finds out she is only
a friend
as the oil keeps spilling,
it's staining us black, and I can't stand
to see them all dead,
as our blue disappears in the grease of the greed
that is killing and not looking back.
And still no one sees
where true tragedy lies
tied in knots at the end of a rope
when the one thing we need is the one
thing we let go- the one thing that will
save us- it's hope.

-kb