I quit smoking cigarettes.
I stopped the midnight calls.
It feels like I’ve been driven far out,
dumped off and defenseless.
Almost like I asked for this.
Everythings falling down
and I’m deep in shits creek.
I’m holding on and rowing
knowing they say “it’ll get better next week.”
I’m trying to get my cardio up but I feel so down.
Life feels weird when you’re stuck to the ground.
My eyes are burning, the sun on my cheeks.
The past keeps molding me like a mask on my face.
One day I’ll wake, it’ll all be over.
The exhaustion will end.
I’ll finally catch a break around the bend.
– For my self a long time ago and right now.
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Aside from some small grammatical errors, I really enjoyed this piece! Your exploration on addiction and loneliness is very cool. I especially like your use of enjambment.