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Dec 2009
To weak emotionally wounded, its 1 o clock I’m weary,
My iron is low, everything is going contrary.
I stumble out of bed, I’m unable to groan.
My lips are able to move, but my voice is gone.
Vision failing I stagger to into the bathroom,
But I’m able to open up the cabinet.
I see my life flash before me in an instant.
Alcohol not on my agenda right now,
It makes me sick, and leaves a person fowl.
Talk about smoking, I can’t even take when paper burns.
So how does these two relieve me? It’s the least of my concern.
They won’t help me anyway so I’m back to my cabinet.
Which drug should I use this time, should I even be doing this?
Just came out the hospital two months ago for this same reason.
So I close the cabinet, and its glass caught me by the arm.
Now I’m physically wounded, that sure rung off an alarm.
See the cabinet was controlling me, but for this time I controlled Cabinet.
So where should I find my relief, alcohol, smoking or drugs?
Maybe this time I’ll just force myself to sleep.

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© RGN Nov. 3 2009
Written by
Robyn Neymour
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