A mornings hungover,
Saw me in the boot of my car
Totally lost in a drunkards trance
Dark as it is,found myself in the middle of whirling road
Where else do I turn to,the bachelor's pub
Living dead,drunk sober I seem
Lost my family in a fatal accident
Life means nothing,all vanity
Sipping the last of the Sorrows bottle
A mornings hungover,
Found me walking miles,
After a bumpy ride on a creviced road
Treachery at it's best
No family to turn to
A mornings hungover,
Found me six feet tall down a trench
Struck my leg so hard againt a skull
Who comes to save me?
Saviours save safely
I don't want to be saved!
All in a flash,I saw a stout gentleman
Saying arise,for better things are ahead
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THE RISE OF A POET
PoesiaThis is a collection,talks of human behaviours,nature,love
