Many people I have seen with the after effects of drugs or alcohol, Looking them
in their misty eyes, when they cannot speak, I often wonder if this may be something
they would be saying, if they could, if they could utter another word, and yet they
just lay there, in their own, homemade prison and forever in the Chains of Life.
Sitting in the corner
Of a darkened room,
Watching the shadows
Of the past dancing
In the gloom.
I want to speak but
No one will listen,
I want to shine
But there is no
More to glisten.
The need is here
But the desire
Is bounded,
By ropes of the
Past , the sirens
Have sounded.
Release me from
This nightmarish
Life,
Bound me never
Again in strife.
My eyes have seen
My heart did explore,
As I lay here on
This hardwood
Floor.
Release me now
I pray,
From this darkened
Life this day.
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