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Demons Drink
Everyday I wake up facing the demons I drank,
should have dropped the bottle and flushed the pills
never meant to run circles I sank
into the depression that forced you to leave
when all you ever wanted was to help me succeed.
I know I need to open my eyes and see,
what I lost was a silhouette standing over me
pushing on my chest telling me to breath
I cant believe I almost gave up
stick my finger down my throat
I wont give up
the struggle is real and it's hard
to mistake losing you was the end of heartbreak
clear clear the demon has won.
You hold nothing back and
You hold nothing back and that's how it should be. In this brilliant, unsparing and crucial view from the chasm, I saw myself, but I also saw hope. The will to live pushed through it all, and as long as there is one more breath there is one more chance.
A heart-stopping, well-crafted window into despair and survival.
Cycle
Repeatng a down-spiral
cadence as familiar as pass
me a paper cup. Mom
had four of us under one
hand and a drink in the other.
She taught me how to love
reading novels before she
vanished.
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~A~
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Wow thanks for the commen..
Wow thanks for the commen..
So Much To Contend
Like demons, mine are reading and writing - over 70 + years and a bit of impatience; it seemed safer. Each generation has greater choices, a larger offering to transcend chaste barriers. 04-29-22 our fam saw another niece bachelored. One nephew headed to Eastern University, one (my grandson) two point five years from B.S. in Engineering. I was the first in my side of the fan to go to college. Got daughter through Colmbia. It has been a sacrifice of lifetimes. I will die smiling - not worried about excellent fam leadership. A million hours of study. Bravo us! We choose our demons.
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