Of Highs and Lows
How deep this shallow vision lies
that holds a truth my grasp can't reach
will never last, too quickly dies
in veiled perception too vague to seek.
In colors daylight will never know
this euphoric dream can't come to fast
away reality, too harsh to show
those lost reflections of the past.
From darkened weakness a light is lost
of choices made, conceived in fear
but one is left to pay the cost
of songs of love I did not hear.
Will hope replace despair?
Is anyone left to care?
The Colorful Drug Contest
Sponsored By Lewis Raynes 06/01/2016
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