Most days it's manageable
Especially now that The Silence
Has come to a tentative close.
But just as every addict knows,
once your highs get higher
Your lows get lower.
Days like today
And nights like last night
Remind me what it's like at the bottom,
What it's like after you've fallen.
Hope,
That glowing beam that some cling to
Is instead my punishment,
A pillory I'm chained to
Locked in
Keeping me in the same place,
Hoping.
Some days are more manageable than others.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
Most days it's manageable
Especially now that The Silence
Has come to a tentative close.
But just as every addict knows,
once your highs get higher
Your lows get lower.
Days like today
And nights like last night
Remind me what it's like at the bottom,
What it's like after you've fallen.
Hope,
That glowing beam that some cling to
Is instead my punishment,
A pillory I'm chained to
Locked in
Keeping me in the same place,
Hoping.
Some days are more manageable than others.
It's all a learning process.
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