A Poem About Recovery
FIRST YOU MUST TRY
IN ORDER TO DO
THE FIRST STEP IS GOODBYE
TO THE OBLIVIOUS YOU
ENTER INTO A LIVING GAME
ANTE UP YOUR FUTURE DAYS
NEVER AGAIN TO BE THE SAME
DISPELL THAT CHEMICAL HAZE
THE USER CAN NOT PREDICT AT ALL
THE MOMENTS OF DISTRESS
ONE MINUTE YOU'RE HAVING A BALL
THEN YOU COULD BE DEAD, UNLESS
FACE THE DEMON, CHALLENGE UNDERSTANDING
WHO, OR WHAT IS IN CONTROL
ARE YOU COMMANDING?
OR THE BOTTLE OR BOWL?
IT SAYS,"DO THIS. SAY THIS. YOU'RE NEVER WRONG."
BRINGING ILLUSIONS OF NORMALACY TO HELL
ALMOST DEAD, POUNDING HEAD, STILL IN BED, CRADLE THE BONG
YOU'RE NOT REALLY LIVING, AND "THEY" CAN TELL
REALIZE.
MORTIFY.
THEN...
TRY.
Copyright © Solomon Storm | Year Posted 2010
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