Hydrate or Die?

Hydrate or Die,
Stay strong or cry,
What is this I see before me,
18 christmas trees with one decorated and systematical placed in my lobby.
What use is bravery, if all my soliders die in an instance,
My day dreams are grey,
They are slightly faded,
Focused on nothing but getting wasted.
The highway is lonely, and in her fast, sad arms,
I submit my worries, while she kisses me softly.
My nights are endless and my streets are cold,
Being young just feels like getting old,
A flagrant crime covered by wants and needs,
Till your want grows deep, but your needs harvest weeds.

poem by Jolomi Amuka
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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