Moving Slow
Moving slow and drinking fast,
I have no idea how long this dark will last,
Tears held deep inside,
Never meant to be cried.
Drink can't stop the rain,
Or soothe deep dark pain,
Happiness that was once mine,
Lost forever in time.
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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