Driving reckless I'm tethered, to a past that's infected.
no going back..cause that's a tactic rejected.
tragic inception,
thoughts intercepted- by a tongue that's sequestered,
highly receptive,
the addict creeps back to a mind that's regretted.
trying's detested,
take me back to when my lies were injected,
the calvary's congested, so I screamed and confessed it.
I've been sober too long, reminiscing of what's over and gone,
give me one hit..n I'll stop loathing the calm.
as of today;
my life is a song, never ending trouble rests on my palms,
reading stories of qualms, some stand up- in order to fall.
I stand too tall, hovering over what's right and what's wrong,
no longer a fraud, I realize my souls been absolved,
wrong thru it all, I spring forward and crawl.
An infant; mentally, I'm still learning to walk
Sober is a notion I can't comprehend so I gawk
Criminally minded my pens burning the chalk
From the outlined murders of memoirs I can't finish; assault.
I know its my fault,
I'm responsible, but still I can't feel
Crying while getting high's the only way pain is real.
Only then do I understand the definition of disappointment,
So I let my sores blister publicly at my place of employment.
I wear the mark of a user, there's no use in denying;
My work habits are deplorable, there's no need to keep trying.
Yet, somedays I wake up with the hope that I'll make it
Strip drugs from my life till I'm standing there naked.
I collect the half written poems, blow the dust off the mic
And record every last word till the sound is just right.
I know of my addictions, we all know I can't cope
Without the taste of percocet on the back of my throat.
But I'm willing to try, that is, if you're willing to listen,
Because this is the first thing that I've written
Without drugs in my system.
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