What's one more for me?
Handcuffs, death or insanity
A life lived in solitary
No friends to speak of no family
A moment of relief followed by crippling remorse
My casket won't be pulled by a horse
Not sure a casket I could even afford
Because one more would never be one more.
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Author:
Sully666GHST (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2022 16:35
- Comment from author about the poem: A snapshot moment when a recovered addict doubts
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
frank and brave
such thought's
may be universally experienced
but very few, word them
let alone
write them down, so poetically succinct..
thanks for sharing
and Happy New Year!
Aw thank you and a Happy New Year to you too
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