The beginning of something new.

I’m the rebel aged seventeen
running away from my home
dreaming for a fortune of fame,

in a goods train to the city
unable to pay my way
to the city lights so bright.

There to live in a commune
sharing with others like me
party time going nowhere,

with a needle in my arm
piercing the vein, bleeding
my body, needing a shower.

A bath reaching out to me
drowning in a vortex, slow
to flow down to the devil,

with a fire to warm my sins
lost to him, now laughing!
“Welcome to your new home.”

My mind pleading to an image.
The shining light of my mother
on her knees praying to God!

“Please will you save my son?
That he may confess his sins;
the beginning of something new.”