Substance Poem by reuben dale

Substance



The most obvious escape,
lays in wait.
Resist its call?
A pointless debate.

So sweetly it takes you.
So quickly it makes you.
Numbing our emotion,
Till we are soulless devotions.

The end of all pain
A fake freedom you gain
Released from your grave
Another fix you will crave

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