Walking hurt, step after step
He sits, finally
Hands shaking, Eyes down
Fuzzy shoe outline blending
He raises his hand yet again
He is thirsty
This was inspired by my friend Christopher
He sits, finally
Hands shaking, Eyes down
Fuzzy shoe outline blending
He raises his hand yet again
He is thirsty
This was inspired by my friend Christopher
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Some of us know what it is...
How I Woke Up
I need to smack him
down, take his dope, end his life
if I can, oh Lord,
if I can like he
took mine that last thrust before
the next nasty rise
erupted on me
like vomit, like black light groans
in the back room mess
I must now live in
as I choke down my cold rage
and am torn apart.
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