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 Dec 2019 D
Empire
new year
 Dec 2019 D
Empire
Two years ago today
I was a slave of compulsion
A victim of disorder
This was when it all went wrong

A year ago today
I was high
Finally I could see beyond the pain
I was hopeful
I was happy
I was healing
Or maybe it was just the drugs

Today
I’m still breathing
Allowing myself to survive another night
My thoughts are entangled with darkness
Hope is nearly gone
The sun hasn’t even set
But I’ve already wanted to cut
Already contacted suicide prevention

Maybe in a year
Things will be better
Assuming
Of course
I’ve stuck around
 Dec 2019 D
TheConcretePoet
and
now...
the end
of
another
year.

another
year
in the
'proverbial'
rear-view
mirror.

they
come
and go
now-
for me
without
much
care.

another'new year'
looking
at me-
just
standing
there.

resolutions
made
by many
that
are
regurgitated
clichès
spoken
by
bottles of
liquor
and beer.

literally
uttered
in pubs
and
bars...
here
there,
everywhere.

but
yes,
i guess..

it
once
again
will
be
a
"new year".

and
once
again
by
midnight-

i'll
be
nestled
in bed
good
and tight-

just
like
any other
night
with
a smile
of
great
delight.

forgetting
the
world
and its
menacing,
regrettable
dark
light,

putting
it out
of mind
and
sight...

until
first
awakened
breath
at.....

daybreak's
first
light.
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