Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXXIII
The Antidote. To what? Anxiety perhaps. Or loneliness. Or some other poison. Write about an antidote. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
i dont need the antidote
They say this poison doesn’t have the antidote
But I still drink it, feeling it in my throat
So now I can out from this stupid cote
Doesn’t care what they says or what they quotes.
They say this poison doesn’t have the antidote
I say, I don’t need it, so go and take your coat
My life is never worth it, as they already told
So what’s the big deal, I’m back to wrote
They say the poison doesnt have the antidote
I don’t have any worry, even my life was an endnote
At least I’m free and have my stories to be boast
To everyone who like to be provokes,
Or even something that unsought
1
0
0