Broken or Breaking
I don't know which is better, the illness or the drugs.This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Peach perfect moon in an apricot sky,There are footsteps in the stardustWhere the diamonds of the sunCause a waterfall of velvet heatAnd shining shards of opal tearsTo stream on the horizon onThe edge of nightfall's waningWhere the dank abyss is hiding'Neath the dusky cotton clouds.Sunshine old and mellowLifts me airborne raised...