Hands which once
Held trembling thought
Words woven sweet
As nature called
Slumber now
Alcohol filled
Nightmare calling
Vision silled.
Sweet irony
Who kisses lips
Strokes the brow
In chaos lisped
Centre hero
Now no more
Hidden behind
Addictions door.
Your once proud angels
No haloes wear
Fleeting visions
Upon cold air
The smile you smiled
Now furrowed brow
Can you be saved
Now why and how ?
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Offline) - Published: December 14th, 2025 02:22
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Comments1
Good write N.
thank you, appreciated
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