Home: Poetry: Sean Brazell: Good Deed, I Want you Not

My eyes,
Defeating the purpose
Of my existence,
And our disease is simple,
But you try to live,
With it,
Without it,
I struggle,
Addiction summons me,
To God I tip my hat
In eternal gestures of good will
Until it's to late,
So pray what you will,
This and a little bit of
But know who you are,
Him and her,
They know me,
I know them,
It's a long walk home,
I'm tired and
It's getting late.

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