Clipped Wing

Back from
the dead
I rise,

like the phoenix
I am, comfortable
in my own skin.
At Least I wish
I was, but I never
was, comfortable
that is.

I've always been
a lost soul,
but now I'm just
lost.

A man with nothing
but space and time
to reflect.

Never really gave
a fuck about
what was coming next.

Maybe should have,
but it's too late now
or maybe not.

Where I go now,
only God knows
and that's better
than me.