Drenched in an addiction,
Helpless in every way,
Caught in a stupor,
Let it be night or day.
The quizzical gaze,
And the wounding words,
Nothing more painful than,
Terms like sharp swords.
When there is sanity,
On one of those days,
The righteous acts are,
Startling in every way.
Caught in a web,
Of respect or disgust,
Questions and answers,
I must have them, I must!
_____________________________________
Helpless in every way,
Caught in a stupor,
Let it be night or day.
The quizzical gaze,
And the wounding words,
Nothing more painful than,
Terms like sharp swords.
When there is sanity,
On one of those days,
The righteous acts are,
Startling in every way.
Caught in a web,
Of respect or disgust,
Questions and answers,
I must have them, I must!
_____________________________________
Art piece on the right taken from: "http://inkslingerart.breedlink.com.au/"
2 thoughts:
the words compliment the image very well... interesting.
wow... makes sense...
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