White Nights
White nights
Another night so dark and bleak
How did I become so weak
Here I’ll lay this is it
My cold dark lonely pit
Because over me it still has power
this so very destructive white fluffy powder
I feel there’s no hope
I’m struggling to cope
I feel so trapped
Now that I’ve relapsed
I so wanted to conquer
Reclaim some honour
But you succumbed to the call
Where so many of us fall
That dark blank spot we have to thank
You have no memory of
That moment you sank
What’s next for me
where do I go
Do I move on and rise once more
Or do I stay here dying for sure
I know what to do I even know how
Lift your head up and take a bow
Ive listened to the words I’ve heard all the advice
It’s all so simple and so concise
Is it the drugs that made me a slave
Or is it actually the self pity I crave
I don’t really care I just want some relief
I seemed to have lost all my belief
I keep going over and over again
Looking I think for a reason a blame
But I think it’s so clear to see that the blame lays here with me
So shrouded in sadness
And sinking in madness
I know that I have to pull myself free
From all of this crippling misery
So if you stumble and stall
Don’t stay where you fall
New foundations you have to build
Only then will your pain be healed
Copyright © Phil Dopson | Year Posted 2020
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