Posted by Carl in Poems on August 29, 2013
The cement grinds my shoes
as I resist the lonely slog
from car to sterilized elevator.
Giant waves stir deeply and compel
me to run away, get blasted, but
I’ve been trained, so I suffer, I crawl.
Alcoholism, Depression, Fear, Take Me To The Hospital
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