The Feeling
It’s Back.
My Feet Are urging
To Go Grab A sack
Temptations Are floating
Every thought is Convincing me
I must hold tight
This Ride costs my life
What to do.
Your scared? I’m frightened too.
I don’t know where to turn.
It’s the same roll , I hate to fold.
It’s too much , happening too long  
I hate living this, 6yrs no difference
What’s to change ?
I cry long for sobriety.
I’m holding strong to not fall again
What am I saving being sane ?
I’m at risk
Trying to save myself from The recent relapse..
I’m walking on strings ,
Pulling my self Back.