Lukasz Korbanski #6 - Lonesome

Lonesome my lonely.
I know that God wants me to behave,
but the pain I feel pulls me to grave.

The whiskey dries up every evening;
There is no point in asking why.
I read my nightly Romans; I
can grasp it all and live it too,
but when my nights become too blue,
I fall apart and see no reason
to engage with all the teasing;
Devil’s work which pulls me under.
Lonesome, I try make no blunder.