Saturday, November 16, 2013

Empathy

He was an alcoholic, 
She was addicted to gambling.
Equally they walked amongst the nightlife.

As Enemies they walk amongst them selves.
screams would echo through the hollow house, 
plates shattering, doors slammed, 
the earth shakes in the eyes of the child.

Looking for an escape, a face planted in the pillow
trying to push away into the distance.
 sleep is rare, as the imagination runs freely,


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