#12step
Filled with self resentment
Arrogantly blaming others for your concept
Win one battle
Like a fool you think you’ve won the war
With false confidence you once again…
Dip the chalice for just one sip
One sip becomes two
Two becomes six then six becomes never enough
You regroup for a breath
To prove you can evade it’s grasp
So you challenge the storm alone
For another round…
Just like all the times before
Your arrogance is the noose
Before you can swallow that next breath
Your neck is locked in it’s grip
Tidal wave after tidal wave crashes over you
Dragging you down and further down
Allowing you come up for just enough air
So you won’t completely drown
Smashing those that love you
Against the rocks of your lies
By now you’re so consumed
Their screams don’t make a sound
The demon is now your guide
A vicious voice of incoherent reason
With no conscience or consideration
Using your fear as fuel
Possessing you body and soul
With every breath
Self-pity and anger are his tool
Shattering the Myth of all that you were
Until your death
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Maybe in the spring
When the floods wash through
And raise the cars and fill the basements
You will come around
Waking before the flowers
Running the morning dew through your hair
With a fine-toothed comb
And pockets full of sawdust
With slivered moons of engine grease
Caked beneath your finger tips
And maybe then, when the current
Carries away all thought
And the people spend their nights on rooftop islands
You will come back
Breathing your spearmint
And quoting The Big Book
with a widened gait
Taking twelve steps in every stride
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC