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I gaze into eyes bold and cold

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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