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Accepting Eternity

Mental alerts send shocking images,
Of an hourglass void of it's sand.
I glance down at my watch in confusion,
And see it's missing every hand.

Realization begins to dawn on me,
And I stagger under vicious blows.
I wonder if time is in suspension,
As my soul prepares for repose.

Internally it's an obvious struggle,
Some things  cannot be forgiven.
The amends I've made don't compare,
To all the pain that keeps me driven.

Time now seems to be so obsolete,
I can't comprehend if I ever woke up.
A broken mind in a broken sleep,
I frequently wake and often choke up.

My faith leads to certain questions,
I want to ask this one specific vermin.
Instead I prayed that Jesus answer,
And I heard His voice within a sermon.

"The time is now my son, come along,
For you, I prepared a special place.
Let me wash your feet and serve you,
And accept My Father's loving Grace."

Then I saw that hourglass as it is,
And I picked up the closest limb.
I swung on that metaphoric glass,
And the loudest cheer I heard was Him.

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Forever After Meeting

The moment I laid eyes on you,
I knew I finally found God's perfection.
All the beauty He crafted and sculptured,
Created you without any correction.

I wonder if there were circumstances,
Where I courageously ask your number.
I express all excitement to my sister,
And since then you haunt my slumber.

After days of waiting patiently,
I hear a surprising annoying chime.
The strange number is unfamiliar,
But I sensed an answer just this time.

First I hear my sister's cheery voice,
Then sweet melodies of your own.
We were finally blindly introduced,
And felt connection through the phone.

The conversation turned explicit,
And with your voice it was exciting.
I could describe the chat graphically,
But I find myself blushing and hiding.

No one ever sparked my interest,
Or so easily hijacked my attention.
Your raw open-minded willingness,
Made me earn that funded pension.

It's the job I was created for,
More like a working education.
To learn your moods through intuition,
And adapt to maximize full sensation.

I'll learn to avoid those touchy triggers, 
That feed your fears and insecurities.
And I look forward to creating new ways,
To keep you doubting emotional impurities.

I'm ready to spend our eternity,
Building your confidence and self worth.
I'll place no one but God above you,
Since He's who created your souls birth.

Recovery became imminent, 
We were living on the verge. 
We both recognize sobriety,
Will uncover a new desired urge. 

We're a couple living the controversy,
Defining benefits of trauma bonding.
To save my life while helping you detox,
Makes it worth the jail time for obsconding.

The time apart was very tortuous,
But obviously our hearts grew fonder.
There was nought for you but ride, or die,
Giving something deeply special to ponder.

No woman has shown commitment,
There's no equal to your display.
I know you went that extra mile,
To keep conversing to your dismay.

You hustled up the very means,
Which gave a reprieve from desperation.
It calmed me keeping you comforted,
During our first brief separation.

If any shred of doubt lingers,
It's now rousted out and into death.
There's no one more right or perfect,
When we share a kissing breath.

I'm mindblown by how quick,
Our love continues growth in blossom.
You inspire me to redefine love,
By how uniquely you redefine awesome.

No one has shown your grandparents love,
But one day soon us together would.
Let's continue making written accounts,
The High Life of Shamrock and Heatherwood.

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Restless Nights

My nights are often restless,
My dreams are often broken. 
The tremors are often heard, 
Within words not often spoken.

I'm tossed about in silent motion,
Until I'm cocooned within the covers.
The darkness holds me tighter,
Than the embrace of secret lovers.

I stare deep into the torment,
Until shadows come into vision. 
Every thought comes into focus,
But is spared my minds division.

The voices seem to separate,
My mind becomes distorted.
Every attempt at inner silence,
Shows every effort is thwarted.

As dawn slowly penetrates,
And every shadow has faded. 
The voices cause more confusion,
Than any I've previously stated.

The night survived my prayers,
Just as I survived the night. 
The voices filled my inner ear,
Just as the shadows filled my sight. 

These nights come too frequently,
I suffer, knowing what's at stake. 
So I pray for a mind as idle,
As it is when I first awake.

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Demon of Addiction

My voice is filled with broken tremors, 
As I describe the layers of my pain. 
Each breath blows out the bitter emptiness,
And I hear myself going insane. 

I interact with demons I battle,
And I force them into submission.
Only one of them continues breathing,
But it bleeds until the end of my mission.

I tie it up with the cords of my pain,
And let it listen to the sounds of disaster.
I describe my life since our introduction,
And why for years I called it my master.

I shout out my story until i am hoarse,
And he laughs at the way I relate.
My story is savage enough to reach,
All of those who are left to this fate.

I was fortunate enough to run solo,
For the majority of my addiction.
Although my loved ones were witnesses,
It was them who suffered my affliction.

They felt every tie that I severed,
Because it was them who shed the most tears.
Every attempt at improving my status,
Got me arrested and set me back years. 

When the violence took a dark turn, 
I woke every morning drenched in my sweat.
The blood stains and physical evidence,
Scared off every attorney I met. 

I sought shelter when forced on the run,
As my demons were finally set free. 
Once they realized they had control,  
It seemed every week I was copping a plea.

My world revolved around a chemical,
After a dangerous liquid laid claim first,  
I flooded my body with poisonous fluids, 
But the substances added were the worst.  

I've flirted with recovery in the past, 
But I'm currently struggling with the meaning.
It seems the concept of sobriety is foreign, 
But I'll fight to give my system a cleaning.

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My Fetty Detox

A gutsy move to say the least,
A desperate reach to say the most.
There's nothing I can say right now,
If I'm to meet my greatest ghost.

This feeling of the ending near,
Yet I can't seem to lift my hand.
My pores secreting this iced fire, 
How was this ever what God had planned?

Sinister music heard in the background,
As I involuntarily thrash about.
Nothing can compare exactly
To this hell I'm in and without.

My brain feels liquefied by acid,
I'm unable to control my being.
It all feels it will leak from me,
If I then call it as I'm seeing.

True love I know has suffered this,
And will one day suffer again.
If only I could take this suffering,
I now wonder who suffers then?

I feel my God abandoned me,
And I pray incessantly for Jesus. 
Is this what's in store for all,
Who take part in sins that please us?

As the next day finally dawned,
The tremors finally started ceasing.
The peace I finally succumbed to, 
Was the last of this chemicals releasing.

My love for life with her returned,
And I get another chance to please her.
With this brand new life I find in me,
What it is exactly that lovingly sees her.

My heart's yearning is finally sated,
Along with it's all consuming desire.
The cleansing of the both of them,
Will make even me reach higher.

I lost everyone and everything,
I risked what no one ever would.
I knew my Father had not forsaken me,
With a new timeline with Heatherwood.