Substance Abuse
Between the tight spots
of living and wishing
Some find their peace at
the entrance of escape.
It was there in that darkspot
called the bottom, where the
volume is the purest way
of release.
For the moment.
Still, most are still clung to God.
Copyright © Derrick Burton | Year Posted 2010
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