on and off a wagon without wheels

people live
grow
search
to get out of the darkness

some look into it
with glowing eyes
bombarded by the desperation
that comes out in sodium filled sweat

Delirium Tremens
testing mortality
the cold turkey freeze
bitter liquidity

it matters not where I lay my head, but where my conscience lies. in gulleys, galleys, ravines, in mechanical dreams, in political seams, it seems like we are distancing our selves from each other and everyone needs different things, it makes a difference to me whether we know and see or we make hearts bleed when in need. make it stop. make it stop please.