Debris
Struggle with the meaning
Fighting with the power
Bringing the bottle to my mouth
“God, it’s only been an hour.”
Drinking it dry
Every night and day
Waiting for the moment
For the pain to go away
Drowning in my sorrows
Is not the answer
But when you left
It ate me like cancer
Life always goes on
Coping will set me free
No matter what, though
I will still have the debris
Copyright © Ashley Pilon | Year Posted 2007
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