Some alcoholic demons from hell
Have come to the earth
In the disguise of men.
These demons roam about
Freely in the streets
Like beasts out of the den.
Category: poet
Then you wake up, Poetry by Donna J. Loewen
It happened slowly. You don’t know when.
You felt confused. Not sure what happened.
Then you wake up.
It’s all your fault. Not sure why.
What did I do. I should have shut up.
Then you wake up.
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