Head full of fog
voice like a frog
dry eyes squinting at the sun
Breathing black smoke
sniffing white coke
two legs alone in king bed
An hour tranquil
a hot bath to chill
for a moment the heart feels warm
Then back in the game
every day is the same
Tomorrow, who knows, the end?
GRÅSKY 
lovely word play.
thanks for sharing….
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Thanks again 🙂
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fun word play,
enjoyed the imagery.
happy rally.
😉
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Reading the poem it feels soft but the message inside is gritty and grim. Beautifully done!
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this means a lot when it comes from someone who writes as well as you do yourself. “What we’ve become” is raw and dark. I recognize the despair. Thanks so much for sharing.
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It sounds like every day when I was studying art. Awesome!
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Ghost in the shell… would be awesome to hear you express in your poetry how you felt back then, if it´s still accessible. I really like your work. You write beautifully and with such emotion. In the Final Week stabbed my heart in recognition.
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very beautiful imagery.
have fun in the rally.
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Thanks very much Jingle, I appreciate it. And one day before your candle burns out it will be clear who your real friends are. Best of thoughts to you. And a happy rally to you too of course.
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