Needing My Meeting
Trouble dazes into the spin of day
life hazes eyes with glimmer shimmer sun
and sickness breeds torment for the hear say
and I just try to remain the one sane
brushing teeth, the sound dictates many words,
listening until the rounds are almost done,
morning rising passed the songs of the birds
of idealist's dreams, hopes of this heart's gain.
Into the day come what may the hope resides
the daze and haze still just as strong as hope
I go to meetings where i know love abides
suffering over through these bouts entering
The meeting starts and I begin to hear
how all have felt the power of the dope
shifts and learning's of how to stay near
the addicts end to using in centering
Abercrombie's style.... we don 't have Abercrombie for a button.....
....sometimes I just love my own work, ya know?! ....(I know that ya do)
Copyright © Richard Craig | Year Posted 2009
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