Better Days.


Just when you think it’s over
It hits you like a train fast and hard
Over in a second
Trying to catch your breath
Laying there left for dead

On the tracks to nowhere
Off in the distant you stare
In the thick heavy air
Damp and saturated with despair
Holding out a hand
Hoping someone is there
To help you out of this affair

A long trip traveled
Not much gained
Except excruciating pain
Caused by a heart full of rage
That’s seen better days
Coming out to play




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