In losing the Battle #2

Great Dane measures in hemp,
Guarded with sorrow and pain,
He gathered his wit and started weeping,
Why on earth, I am living hell alone?
Black birds, black hemp,
Clouded with grey and cobweb string,
Where should he go, what should he do?
He can’t fix his life … broken pieces in two.
Grab the candle … grab the stick,
Hemp leaves and synthetic meth.
No healing … pain … stretched!
Savior failed … redemption no more.

© M.C.Pagayon 2015

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