Danger Poet

Do you hear the rattle in your head,
As you shake it from left to right
and do you wake in the morning
thinking your chest a bit too tight?
One year after another,
looking back another dream.
On a pillow of boredom you smother
under a weeping willow I Scream.
Did you lose another dream
Did you let it die?
Roam the street in a drunken blur
trying to live down another lie,
One year after another,
looking back on another dream.
By your own hand will you suffer,
it’s never quite as bad as it ever seems.

Dangerous Poetry Vol. 1

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