Better Days Poem by Christine P

Better Days

Rating: 5.0


My man died today and left me in a very bad way.
Sorrow and rage overflows all around me.... blow after blow after blow.
What should I do? Where should I go?
Nowhere for the dope and the down low.
You see...at that time, it was the only way to keep keeping the flow.
Now that old life has gone away, whilst I can only pray for my better days.

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