Rock Bottom by E.L.

I rode my rusty off brand bike along
The unmaintained back road of the
Ghetto I called my neighborhood.
Trees over grown choking the path
As I choked on the joint I smoked
To ease the truth that life would never
Be much more than this. My chain
Popped from my POS of a bike
And I fell quickly to the pavement
Here lies death to fall right next
To a dead body thrown amongst the
Overgrown bush. This must be rock
Bottom.
My father screams for me to let
The dog out I knew he hated the
Dog I knew my puppy was meaningless
To him. Nothing like fresh
Road kill the truck came out of
No where and my puppy bled out
This must be rock bottom.
My grandma died and so did my
Family my mother is now a single
Parent Divorce must be rock bottom
I tried to skip a rock once I think it hit
Rock bottom