this junk
addicted to the needle, the powder, the drink
a sad soul, a lonely soul, a dying soul
lost it all
his mind, his soul, his life
a life red
this man
forced into this life
a sad man, a lonely man, until dying
pain is all
in his mind, in his soul, in his life
a life black
'Red and Black' © 2013 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem