Great Crohns Adventure

THE GREAT CROHNS ADVENTURE

You shake. You sweat. You ain't dead yet
But you've died a thousand times a day.
You smile at everyone you meet
But when you cross the street
You hope a trucik gets in your way.

You don't know when it came to you
it's always been your closest friend,
and all the pain you're going through'
reminds you what you're going to,
a time when friendships never end.

You curse. You swear. You pray to die
there in the bathroom, you know why.
and suddenly, you have another friend,
the pouch you'll wear, until your end,
the pouch you'll wear, until your end.

But sadness is a blessing from
A poets words, and from a song
If you can write these words into
the poetry that comes from you,
then all the pain is worth what comes from you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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