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I gaze into eyes bold and cold


I gaze into eyes bold and cold and find a
Barren tortured soul on a journey 
To a place in her own bewildered imaginary 
World

There is another world out there for which
She dose not care she has her own 
Bitter crosses to bear

She has a limited sense of smell and the
Nausea makes her feel like hell

She gasps for air
Her nosebleeds have increased 
And due to her chronic hoarseness her voice 
You can hardly hear  

Her state of being is impoverished 
Her heart is out of rhythm and her rhythm 
Has no heart 
She has lost the purpose of life’s solemn 
Path

She clutches her abdomen as sudden pain
Strikes 
Yet, she continues on her perilous flight

Her seizures have increased and headaches
More severe but they only serve to 
Accentuate the reality of her very real fear

She once had love and friends who were 
Dear now her life is in total disrepair

And death lurks 
As a consequence, of her euphoric chemical
Exploits
And life she says is so full of paranoid jerks

The only friends she has is the devil 
In disguise 
And the prostitutes in white whose favors 
Come In little plastic zip loc bags



Earl S. Jackson
Aug 2006,


Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.

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