Another poem time.

The title I dont know?

No longer can you feel pain.
When drunk with all the hurt.
Pushing friends away?
Talking of lifes constant hard work.

So folks want this material life.
Headstrong & upright with no fault.
What of then when is all squeezed out.
Confidence battered cant look at owt.

Oh to have that level life.
Thinking your high but in that trough.
A windy ridge shouting through hair.
Feelings of full yes they was?

I doubt this will become a song but I think its about what chance have we folks really got that have been completly trampled on, we just need a break in life… not materials of like but nice emotions to feel again.

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