The Golden Dice

Blind as he who is sightless
Drunk – so free
Oh for he that is mindless
Let your eyes see

His life seems glazed
His pain – painless
Liver set ablaze
For his mind is unconscious

His legs are unstable
His vision blurred
As a broken cable
Let the electricity burn!

See not for life
He shan’t gamble
For a period of strife
With the broken bramble

Perhaps merely disguised
Life – cut
Perhaps merely a disguise
For the yearning of gut

Fear not little boy
He shall not go with pain
For him that is coy
Death is a gain.

~ Sherrie Dyer

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