A Mistaken Saviour Poem by Daniel Richards
A Mistaken Saviour
The brown substance of solution
Poisoning veins with brain pollution,
Intention on a bench mark
Falling down so you better know its hard
Bouncing back through darkend halls,
Echoeing voices, saying you could’ve had it all
Running from yourself
Inside your mind
No-way in, no-way out
Emotions running living out stout
The brown substance falling into drought
A moment you cant live in, a moment your clawing out
The brown substance of solution
Poisoning veins with brain pollution
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4/29/2024 6:33:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great work Daniel, i can relate to this, i once was under the control of booze and wasted years of creation and money, will read more when i have time, Osceola