A Cure

The world still moves,

When you no longer do.

Life goes on,

When you're tumbling down.

Pick me up now,

Off the ground;

Be my structure,

Hold me up.

Drug me;

Make me numb;

Allow me no more pain.

Heal my heart and soul;

Lift me by my hand;

Show me love.

Confused and alone,

As I go on—

Looking for an escape,

A cure.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written in 2004

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