Walk down the haunted, empty streets of my former life
see all the burnt out shells of bridges and litter lined urine smelling alley ways
my head rested, as I'd passed out again
So much destruction I masked and called fun
while inside my organs, heart and soul were dying and decaying...
8 years or so sober, 12 years (nearly 13 now) clean
- This I choose
every waking moment,
every new day I open my eyes to see.
freeflowpoet
see all the burnt out shells of bridges and litter lined urine smelling alley ways
my head rested, as I'd passed out again
So much destruction I masked and called fun
while inside my organs, heart and soul were dying and decaying...
8 years or so sober, 12 years (nearly 13 now) clean
- This I choose
every waking moment,
every new day I open my eyes to see.
freeflowpoet
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