Poetry For Everyday People
Me And You Hell
Dancing without a song
nor beat nor true clarity,
reaching for a sip cure,
something to momentarily
heal, the coffin leaves not
the mind of the living yet
seems to
mysteriously elude the dead,
the addiction to feeling
keeps me up at night, writing,
balancing psychology between
smoke and air,
thoughts drift between right
and wrong
wine seems perfect
when shadows surround,
what can't be changed
maybe an asset after all,
darkness brings strength
as pain seeds poets.
nor beat nor true clarity,
reaching for a sip cure,
something to momentarily
heal, the coffin leaves not
the mind of the living yet
seems to
mysteriously elude the dead,
the addiction to feeling
keeps me up at night, writing,
balancing psychology between
smoke and air,
thoughts drift between right
and wrong
wine seems perfect
when shadows surround,
what can't be changed
maybe an asset after all,
darkness brings strength
as pain seeds poets.
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Me And You Hell
Me And You Hell
