High and Mighty, Also Slow

I struggle to think,
To write.
Its my life,
The only thing making me feel
Alive.
All of this worrying I do,
And my mother shrugs and hugs me
Saying,
"Everything is difficult and this world is cruel."
Grueling pain in my tenuous ears.
Justice is served a meal of grog and bread,
And sent to the halfway home for addicts.
Addicts of life.
Slaughterhouses,
Like the coffin here.

Orion, Orion, steady light,
Save me now, in this bright night,
I see too much, I know too little,
My soul, in stride, the irons whittle.

Say it again,
And again,
And again,
And again...