Contrast's
I never wake up,
Like a "Normie" man,
With a bright day waiting,
With a positive Plan!
In the morning's, I'm puking,
I'm dirty as hell..,
Crawling out of my bag...
I never feel well!
Remembering a life..,
Which once was mine...,
When I was hopefull..,
When life...seemed fine!Bright day's...beckoned..,
They were just ahead...
But...my past would haunt me...,
Alway's fresh in my head!
I tried to stuff it...
Just to shove it away!
But...my shame, it lingered..,
It had it's own way!
I lost my family...
I lost that good life,
The Bottle...it beckoned..,
With The Promise...within..,
"I'll kill those memorie's..,
With me...you'll win"
Now..Hope is gone..,
I never feel well...,
I'm just...existing..,
In my version of hell!
Copyright © Kenneth Price | Year Posted 2014
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