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 Ballabout a year 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
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