There is a road to
sorrow.
The pain is palpable;
it involves
drugs, booze, and
bad women.
It ends with
life under a bridge.
There are lots of
hospitalizations.
It's hell on earth.
Seizures and sickness.
Love was my
haven, but I lost it.
I left ME behind.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
True and sad, short but meaningfull. Good write Thomas
Thank you.
Good write Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
Good write T.
Thanks
Those last four words kudos I felt them so deeply, you certainly have a way with your words turning them into pain that can be felt, that's an incredible art. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. I appreciate the comment.
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