John McGuire Poems

So what if the wit,
Falls short of it
I don't mind, some time's..
Expression, regression
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A scatter of pills,
The time to chill,
Tunnel vision,
Dark visions,
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What is it like, for us,
Our lives,
Living day to day, not at ten,
More like five,
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Through the darkness,
Through the clouds,
Nearing the spark,
Let's leave the dark,
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Standing beside myself
A shadow, a spirit grim,
I see straight through,
A body, once full now dim,
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