This Crashing Wave
A teardropp drips from cheek to chin
a beer dropp hits the weakness within
my hollow heart and blankened mind
the bleeding soul
where you will find
sweet alcohol
that numbs crimson red
blood -
in sadness we wash - dead
in the flood
All powerful - this crashing
wave
...in my head;
thrashing
in my bed,
can i be saved?
poem by Ray Quesada
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