I glanced around and watch the faces
Of the tired old souls lining the corridors
from sun up to sundown:
I adhere to the flashing lights,
their abusive behavior: triggered by a crave
a waiting room filled with junkies
Then my thought turned to Salvador Dali
with pondering thoughts
how would he paint such emotions
" Moments of madness"
when my life seem so empty”
and there’s no place to go
I knock on the rooms and curative their pain
Just to hear them say
“Thank you Nurse L.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
I glanced around and watch the faces
Of the tired old souls lining the corridors
from sun up to sundown:
I adhere to the flashing lights,
their abusive behavior: triggered by a crave
a waiting room filled with junkies
Then my thought turned to Salvador Dali
with pondering thoughts
how would he paint such emotions
" Moments of madness"
when my life seem so empty”
and there’s no place to go
I knock on the rooms and curative their pain
Just to hear them say
“Thank you Nurse L.
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