(Inspired by everyone I know who fights addiction everyday. I know you can make it. With all my love, please be encouraged. Each day is a battle.)
Echos fill the valley
of shattered bones.
Platters fall from aged hands
and Death stands still
Among the sloth and squaler,
Feeling your burning,
Rising up against yourself,
Yearning that beautiful little needle
What a dark little liar
Hold yourself up
Don’t lose yourself to Death’s ocean waves.
May the fog clear away,
Letting those dark feelings fade
Stand tall and give over your soul
To the life we want for each other
Don’t let the loose gravel pull you down
Or the clouds beat you blue
The passion of the needle is killing you,
and in turn, me too.