walking blues (Remove filter)
Drift
Drugs,
self sabotage,
black of night
takes all light.
It snows in wonderland.
I lost my way,
drifted amiss.
The ego took control.
Hope floats,
a distant mess,
somehow less,
never more.
Restart,
begin again,
start anew.
In your view,
my sun shines blue.
©JMCole
Thursday 2nd March 2017 4:10 pm
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