New work

Should we just leave?

It almost seems too good to be true

Finally wounds start to heal

Even the knocks are temporary

Demons remain strong with prying claws

Ever so piercing in every swipe

But the wounds will eventually heal

Determination the healing aura

Searching for the garden fauna

Feeling camouflaged if just for a while

To gain one’s strength, eventually a smile

Even every false smile comes to an end

Desperation feeling easier with a friend

When happiness and sadness tend to collide

Our morale seems to always subside

Taking each day a step at a time

Taking solace in beer and in wine

To drink and drug the problem away

To hide from life, keep the demons at bay

Sink or swim to never be sure

Looking over our shoulders forevermore

Negative fights with us every minute of the day

Time to sleep always kept at bay

Shame full force, looking in the mirror

Fogged up glass, nothing is clearer

Can we breathe this dark oxygen?

Or should we just leave this life of sin?

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