Lost Souls - Poem by Nightdweller
Seekers of happiness
But finders of heartache,
They inject themselves
With what they hope
Will bring them to what they seek.
Lost and adrift in time
They are caught in a
Vortex of confusion
To be saved by an
Island of insanity. Alone and surrounded
By a sea infested with addiction,
They try to walk
The straight & narrow path to safety.
But lost without hope, they find themselves
Walking the crooked line;
And as they find out
The more they take
The more they lose,
Their line is finally straightened.
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