Closing In
Mocked and jeered at
by these four walls.
Closing in,
no room to fall.
All the others,
they lead a life,
with drinks of joy
and blinding lights .
But here twitching
i fight this beast.
Tearing and clawing
to find defeat.
These hands run shaking
through my hair.
To brush off the beast
whose always there.
He speaks so softly
with haunting tones.
'just one sip,
you wont feel so alone’.
I shrug him off
as i put into place,
the consequences
of his mistakes.
the fight and loneliness that comes about when faced with addiction problems.
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