It’s crunch time.. .I have to do this NOW!

I hear the same old sound
of painful groaning…

I hear the same old sound
of people groaning;
Same old sounds of cruel
death and mourning—-

Evil spirits of repression
haunt dark corners of the world ….

Death in the end.

A passing sense of all those years…

A poem about life.

Spoken word,free verse, rant.

A poem I wrote a little over a month ago for this man who’s for some reason unknown to me, very unforgettable. (No worries fellow friends, I’ve never done any type of drug).

Rough version of a rant of a song…
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