Brother Doug (brotherdoug) wrote in dpsociety,
Brother Doug

New Love

The world is blind, has no eyes
The world is dark, so unkind
One can’t filter out the lies
Can’t put the past from my mind.
This place I hate, serves me death
Flooded when I cogitate
Carry on and strive for breath
Opportunity’s shut gate.

We strike a light, start to fly
Build me up before I quit
I don’t really want to die
I cease to cry, my wrists un-slit.
Patch the wounds and heal my heart
Stop to think and be set free
Know you are a work of art
Did your part, completed me.
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