Hung Out With Strung Out Poem by sean north

Hung Out With Strung Out



Guess it gets you
really strung out

you must feel all
empty and wrung out

those seeds of doubt
have killed the best

and you my friend
will you join the rest

sure now suspicions
snarling turn to hound

and aware of the frailty
of this cold cold ground

still say a prayer
and kiss your brother

hoping there are things
he will never discover

Wednesday, June 14, 2017
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