Saturated.
Bottles of forgiveness.
Was I guilty?
Or you too driven.
Manic, desperate
The line is too wishy-washy.
Saturated,
Beyond belief.
The reliving of the past,
Is never a good road to drive down.
Healing, uh!
What can that ever be but,
A journey too far.
Saturated.
The night and day of
Failure undimmed.
Put the bottle down right now!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem