I remember how anti-drugs and alcohol I was
then in my middle-ages, I succumbed to the curse
all the pain that I had enjoyed with vanity
would soon carry me along with black dogs and verse

I became clean as all that is real it did seem
the valor and kindness the hugs and kisses pure
this is what I have become
whom would ask for anything more

Yet in these days now
not so in the past
I pull myself from the ashes
to never fall on my ***

Serbriaity is my stance
lived this way for this is my last chance
and the only one I love is poetry
she has tamed me with whispers of romance


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris