- Alcoholic -
He has no
longer his own will
Caught in the lion's caves
dark gray clouds closes sunlight
He wants but can not
nothing to lose,
is he a loser?
Thoughts about life
worthless
The past, no roses without thorns
A zero
Tomorrow will come
He sits on a bench in the park
cold and dirty
a half-full bottle of spirits
This is his life
a day without sunshine
He hears the lions roaring
trying to block out the sound
19.05.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © Anne-Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2013
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