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Neon Haze

those city lights flashing, neon trances, coloring the night people bowing down in vain, to the drugs that won't keep them sane they become zombies on the stroll, in the neon haze, searching for their soul 4-11-2022

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Date: 5/27/2022 3:16:00 AM
Drugs won't keep any one sane ! In the lustrous neon light, when music , dance and liquor intoxicate people, they become zombies ! Well written, dear friend...
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Date: 4/23/2022 3:50:00 PM
Wow. Great Etheree and so true. ! Happy Saturday :)
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Date: 4/22/2022 3:41:00 PM
I can just imagine this and the people being like zombies in that twilight zone surreal neon world. Sad shape our world is in. Well done.
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Date: 4/21/2022 6:12:00 PM
The bright lights can indeed entrance the foolish to follow the loud music, alcohol and narcotics along with falling in debt to the gamblers etc. At first it seems so sophisticated and cool. Then you find out you have dug your own grave. Sad and a parent's worst nightmare. Good write my friend. God Bless, JB
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Date: 4/20/2022 1:57:00 PM
So they say in movies and on the news, etc. Sad situation that some find themselves in. I enjoyed reading your work. Sara
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Date: 4/12/2022 7:46:00 PM
"they become zombies, searching for their soul." Life is just a blank page for them. So sad. Your thoughts tug at my heart so deeply. ~ Brandy
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Date: 4/12/2022 6:20:00 AM
Hi Joseph…a mighty poem so well written. I really like this…..Debx
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Date: 4/12/2022 5:12:00 AM
A potent description of vacant life wandering --aimlessly. Sad and true, Joseph.
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Date: 4/12/2022 12:52:00 AM
An invisible foe that subjugates the mind and spirit. Well writ J.M!...ab
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Date: 4/11/2022 10:59:00 PM
A powerful poem. The last line is a real punch.
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