Sated
what depths conceal
the anguished voice
of reason's advocate,
uncensored and untamed?
from where does
stretching madness
reach up to grasp
what hope remains?
is there a way
to silence thoughts
both damning
and alive?
elixir, tonic
formula
from which
sanity derives?
fermented desperation-
we drink
liquid realizations-
we sink
Poetry by StillHoppin

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Written on 2013-03-27 at 01:08




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