Rehab Again

Rehab Again I’m alone, I’m sick, in need of help to purge my body of this opiate fuelled existence.. no.... subsistence in which I am stuck. One last blast before being subjected to yet another attempt at atonement via a ruthless regime if rehabilitation. So tired, so sick and so tired of being sick and tired, wired, brain fried, that I voluntarily commit to being broken, denigrated, rebuilt, programmed, re-wired, restored and rejuvenated to the point where I can exist in my own skin. One problem... I’m stuck with a bunch of degenerate drug users determined not to change, and me well I’m recovering from a motorbike accident that shattered my body, my mind and my soul, and left me with permanent pain and a drug habit to boot. God grant me the serenity to accept oh ... blah blah blah... just accept the pain, accept the change, accept the challenge, stop laying blame, stop being a victim, start taking control, start taking responsibility and start again. 10/05/2018 Free Verse contest. Sponsor Julia Ward.