NEEDLE

(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.

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