He reaches these highs
Where alcohol and drugs cannot carry him
Suddenly, he is smiling
Through the pain
Almost extinguished
Suddenly risen from dust
Without dust to his clothes
A new man
All the while
Forgetting the old
As if from some parallel universe
That man did exist
Now he does not
You, say
Not realizing I see that old essence steam from his clothes
That he washed in hot water to make...new this man he has become.
This man he must become
To keep living.
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PoetryThese are some poems related to my life. Some snippets of me but some of them are just random. Possibly. The subconscious can be funny. Maybe you'll relate. Maybe you won't either way.. It's something to read and another person's eyes to see the wor...
