Those poor souls

those poor souls

No one understands those poor souls who wake wishing they did not pains end is assuredly coming and then there will be no more one does not see feelings change like the weather until he visits the eye of the storm.  

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Mind’s on the blink

mind's on the blink, poetry, steven humphreys

Goin' to a shrink mind's on fire eyes crossed can hardly think a little crazy gettin' mighty hazy better have a drink down to the last dollar now's time to holler crossing over the brink bout' to get kicked out of this hellish motel nowhere to go on highway's endless spell pit in the stomach …

Slow dive

slow dive, suicide, jump off a cliff, lonely, depressed, alcohol, hopelessness

one way ride slow dive in greener ears white lies go devil on your shoulder whispers 'suicide tide' get bored dull sword Mr. Ford directionless truck drives itself going far picking winners eating cold dinners greasy diner bars back home sleep talking counting stars eyes glisten angels listen horn honks beep thinking deep soul to …