There’s a sadness within Hanging on the edges of my heart Lingering in the dark There’s a hurt within Knowing it will never be healed There’s a smile that’s broken Shining through the black A beacon of light That won’t give up Despite the fight ©️Shelia Taylor, 2019   Photo by Sebastiaan Stam from Pexels Continue reading There’s a…

There are two types of junkies seeking a high The 2am junkies looking for the next thrill on the white horse The 5am junkies looking for the next rush behind the iron bar Down on the streets or running the streets Watching the clock or beating the clock Being dragged down or pulling yourself up Beaten up or squatting down Body aches and pains From … Continue reading Junkies

lost words frozen in time damp sidewalks forgotten hearts broken dreams washing away rainy days a lifetime of hopes down the drain Continue reading down the drain

there’s a certain sadness to the junkies and hookers on a Monday night a forbidden sorrow a forbidden hurt souls crawling the streets at 2 am for the next fix for the next trick to heal to feel Continue reading Monday Sadness

Rain rain Sing me to sleep Comfort me in my dreams Rain rain Wash away The nightmares of yesterday Rain rain Come and play Take me away from this misery Continue reading rain rain

    2 am, the dandelion is still. Quiet whispers becoming nil. 2 am, when drunks stagger home. Loneliness becomes a foe. 2 am, the water is still. Dreams fade to nothing. Fears become real. Continue reading the dandelion is still