– the lost days –

A cursed phase… the worst days…
were the ones trapped in my bed.
A cursed chime… the worst times…
were the ones with my thoughts unsaid.
Could’ve been, would’ve been , should’ve been around the
Could’ve had, would’ve had, should’ve had more of a
These are the lost days,
a toast to the lost ways that I’ve
could’ve made explosions on the
land and in the ocean.
These are the words found,
a toast to the get down and those
worst days down the drain – never
waste this life again.
D.J. Whisenant


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