Unrest of Spirit
The commotion comes with aggressiveness,
It haunts me without having a chance to atone;
Nothing seems to be clear enough I digress;
The addiction is high it makes me forlorn.
In time I had voluntary admitted myself to rehab,
The unrest of my spirit fought me without respite;
I had decided to be clean even though I was drab,
The unrest spirit of alcohol relented without a fight.
Friday 9th November 2018
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