Straying rays
counting days
by labelled pills
sleep walking
silent talking
lacking any thrills
alive at noon
tired too soon
wasting precious time
drowning sorrows
chasing tomorrows
with vodka and lime
chubby cheeks
18 weeks
what did i do?
flaming passion
tacky fashion
a night spent with you
missed a day
ran away
stubborn and confused
all alone
not even grown
broken and abused
lying on the floor
wishing for no more
at the end of the rope
tying a knot
she's all I've got
a newfound sense of hope
wow..that poem was moving.
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