Strangers.

by cannabisara

The strangers I see come to visit me.
Their heads drag along the floor.
Their empty words enter my brain
While the morphine swims through my veins.
This sad expression, stolen from me
Reflected into the eyes I do not want to see;
Pretending to look at me.
Disgusting really, this look of sad.
The audacity.
Having little or no idea on how to just be,
They glare;
Cast a pitiful worry and hurry along.
Long gone as before and in the now.
Pieces of love lost sleeping easy,
Facades fallen down.
Awake, I dream.
Fading all away most precious memories.
Nothing then and now.
Just this assortment of candied sorrows that follows the Sad strangers of yesterday and today’s tomorrow.

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