Don't want to age as some sad old man shuffling slowly shoulders spent getting in the way wafting faint odours of urine and decay
By Esmee Ball3 years ago in Poets
I looked into an old lady's face and glimpse mankind defenceless no sadness, no repentance just simple acceptance
Things to do but I thought of you Can't now think what's to be done Only want to dwell on you
Let's do da detox, It's an overdur play, It's really not as painful as everyone say. A retreat or holiday for our body, mind
Start writing... 5AM In her one bedroom flat above Kilburn High Street & high on crack, lonely she craves friendship but she looks in the
I ask myself what is jail, It's a place they send you when you don't get bail. Locked in a room they call a cell, where nobody comes when you ring the bell, seeing your cellmates taking the piss
Start writing...Slave to a cause, Beholden to thee Always seeking, searching & working for your source And addicts are ten a penny, so many variation, form, shape
Start writing...I wake up craving you, Go to sleep the same way. Only momentarily happy after scoring you for the 1st or 100th