"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." ~Jack Kerouac

I was born in the same town you died in

I took my first breath in Saint Anthony's hospital

Four years after you took your last at the same hospital 

I became obsessed with you at 13

Reading, living, dreaming of your

words

Surrounded by chaos 

In search of adventure

Burning my candle at both ends

Falling too hard

Loving too deeply

Always trying to escape

The gnawing discontent

Watching my loved ones

Struggle with their demons

While trying to control my own

Was a painful existence

I watched the bottle destroy

Too many people I loved 

I fled from this town known as

"God's Waiting Room"

Before it could claim my soul

21 years old crossing the bridge

With tears in my eyes

And a hole tearing through my heart

Coming back home is never easy

And I've been gone too long

It's sad to watch the ones you love

Killing themselves slowly

I visited your old house today on 10th avenue

It felt so lonely

I had the Kerouac special at the Flamingo 

6oz of cheap beer and a shot of whiskey

Hoping it would help ease the pain

Funny how that works 

Loathing something so much 

Yet finding comfort in it

I hope in the end we all truly find peace

I hope in the end we all feel loved

I hope in the end we are released

From all the pain, sadness, and regret 

That we numb ourselves from daily.

~Amber Comber