One drag is what gets you started
A drag filled with the obscure lines of reality and fantasy.
As you take that drag you slumpt to an empty chair trying to find comfort from what you have done.
You've covered your eyes with smoke to hide from what you call pain,
From what you call anger,
And first and foremost,
From what you call sadness...
Now, how many more drags are you taking?
...you've already lost yourself.
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoetryI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
