Thursday, August 30, 2018

Paradise Is In The Moment. by Scott Simmons


I’ll often collapse into my bed completely unable to move or think.
And then eventually cry I myself to sleep without shedding a single tear.

This internal sadness can’t be satisfied nor can the emptiness ever be filled.

There is often a secret pain behind the laughter of a raving madman.
Yet there is seldom another soul that will ever know it.

For these words can only go so far to be able to explain my true meaning.






Scott Simmons is an aspiring poet and humorist from Texas who is also the editor of The Dope Fiend Daily. He is quite possibly insane and some of his works can be seen on Duane's Poetree and Horror Sleaze trash. His"artwork" can also be found at https://www.instagram.com/deranged_texan/. 

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