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The winter used to feel long.
Ecstasy was a pill
on the tip of my tongue;
a common thread I missed.
I used to walk the streets
as if I did not deserve my shadow.
The imminent falling bomb
the only reason to exist.
Sobriety was a sleight of hand
hiding in plain sight.
Paradise were the moments
where I did not have to fight.
I used to sing for love
I would never get back again.
I used to talk to God
in the absence of a friend.
The winter used to feel long.
The summers were too brief.
Turned to every medicine
for transient relief.
I broke my back for a living.
Now I drink in the sun-glass shade.
No anaesthetic; no clouded mind.
I walk the river
a thousand miles
from all I left behind.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC