Difficulties Poems

The antidote

This eerie sensation coursing
My veins tightening and pulsing
An icy grasp against my throat
Searching for the true antidote

Over and over, no result
Not a single soul to consult
Suffering alone in darkness
Searching in dreams of avarice


......

The antidote

This eerie sensation coursing
My veins tightening and pulsing
An icy grasp against my throat
Searching for the true antidote

Over and over, no result
Not a single soul to consult
Suffering alone in darkness
Searching in dreams of avarice


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  Patrick Price (1 poem about Difficulties)
  September 16, 1998 - St. Louis