This was then and that is now
Auras, trees and broken boughs.
An insomniancs dreams in the dark
Behind watery eyes, a faint light lurks.
A hundred bells ringing, a thousand drums roar
And a battered brain can not take much more.
A search for Salvation fading out fast
Peace of mind, a thing of the past.
Reaching out from beneath the murky waters deep
Tired of fatigue but there still is no sleep.
Amytriptilline....
6 comments:
Reading this poem gave me a headache...so i added Amytritilline (used as a treatment modality for migraine) and named it MIGRAINE!!!! and by the way if you are thick enough not to know...blackgames is me,the owner of this blog:)
glad to have you back,waiting for more,,,have you started on the book on Lucifer?
nope sirjee!!!busy writing a new story...tentatively callin it the suicide note..ya know truth IS stranger than fiction
LUCIFER?? HEY... I WAS WRITING A BOOK ON HIS ALTER EGO, THE DEVIL..
simply beautiful .....
simply beautiful .....
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