Poetry

Good and Bad

Life is a fire, so there’s no way out
Without getting burned, sometimes
Half of every night without sleep.
Everything we want is hot to touch
And hotter still to hold, blackening
Us like miners deep in seams of coke.
Shameful addicts, helplessly mad,
We fumble our way, good and bad.

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