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Back when I was an addict, I had this friend who, No matter how hard he tried to act, Who, Was never indirect, Who, Always had something negative to say, And one day he said,
It came upon me like a shadow and the whispers that followed said, "Delirium -- thank God." Thank God: it was only delirium. No; it wasn't. It was the music –
I can see, but I am blind. I can hear, though I am deaf. I can speak, yet I am mute. I find myself wandering, like a spirit, Walking the same path over. I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
Vivid nights Imagination Wishing endlessly Sweet intoxication My mind runs free Through fields of smoke Can't think no more If I awoke...