Puts me in mind of dirty rooms,
tainted needles and giving up.

thanks, hope all is well with you,

Richard

Excellent poem, just one little check. I would consider taking away the (s) at the end of seconds. Regards Roscoe....

A little short I felt, as if there is a bigger story waiting to adorn the stage of the twilight life.
There in a scratch despair hides its face, friends back away and love is replaced by many gremlins sneering faces.
Good as it is, but as I said a need for more description.
Yours as always Ian..

odd as the random stickers the underground kids slap up around town
been there done that..
Well not needles per say
Was not rich enough
nor dirty enough....and not like
righteous...But unless rich U have to boost
shit to pay for the habit
or pimp yourself or other willing or
unwilling souls for the addiction
magic landscape

but Hell yah...
it is Hell!!

been in lah lah land
for years now on and off
finding angels along the
way...so its not hopeless
always gotta keep one eye
on the crowd and the other
on the want or belief of giving
up and death coming along
taking pity and taking U
or just taking too big a hit
and instant brain shut down
death!
I came close enough times
and had the sweet lovely nurse
of death almost do me in at
the hospital....guess they got
tired of my nice attitude upon
all the admittances....but they
were right...
woke me up...and after that
all the interesting people
who were there all along
I got too See
so still messing with life or
death...I still find the interesting
that come along..

life is actually way more cool
but one day I might just end
up dead...I do care and I dont
care...might sound odd

Hell isnt so bad...
wait till the real hell gets U
been there too..
suprise how much U just
Live....comes out of U
you thrive and exist
and sometimes U get
a chance...

excellent poem on Hell!

thank U!
Mr Wolf!