Tomorrow will be the same
I will wake up sane
Hands steady and strong
But it won’t last long
Washed away in the rains
Leaving ugly, messy stains
Tethering me to the ground
My shaking hands will be bound
Then I will go to bed
Mostly sane
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Chemical's
PoetryA collection of short poems about self image, romance, beauty, heartbreak, addiction, life in general and a tad bit of humor along with some reflection upon life itself through the experiences that I have lived.
