AddictA Poem by Willard Wellsnow the adventure moves on. A head bang'in crash, as my cranium came first as the rear glass met my face at an extremely ugly pace. Now left scarred, broken with damaged mouth, had to step back and evaluate my life. I healed very nicely with a bit of glass floating about with scar tissued lip. Which brings us to the addiction, I treat pain, which may posse me. It can be a cloud to float on or a deep dark hole, when you look up it is black, the place as I write is my favorite place, wallowing on the edge of space. Between darkness and light, trying not to get cut, as I slide along the edge of the blade. © 2016 Willard WellsAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on August 7, 2015 Last Updated on January 7, 2016 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more.. |

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