Is there any rhythm or reason to it
The day will start so fresh as you expect
With a sky to be forever azure blue
As you would have expected it to
A drug crazed one in havoc wrought
Destroys innocence for nothing - nought
So in the end there is nothing left to say
Just hold your hands in your head and pray.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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