Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Abcedarian of Addiction

A is for addiction
B is for the beast you feel yourself becoming
C is for the countless hours you spent fighting
D is for the darkness your monster hides in
E is for how easy it is to fall under the spell of addiciton
F is for the feeling of desolation as you fight
G is for the good friends who stood by your side
H is for the hell you've find yourself trapped in
I is for the irrepressible feeling that you did this to yourself
J is for the jaded view of life you now have
K is the the fact that your addiction is literally killing you
L is the friendships you've destroyed as you fought your beast
M is for the memories of a better time, and a better place
N is for never going back
O is for ongoing battle that you'll fight every day of your life (is for one more hit, one more time and I'm done)
P is for the pain you cause yourself (for the poison coursing through your veins)
Q is for the quest to sobriety that feels like it will never end
R is for recovery and relapse
S is for sickness invading every part of you you ever knew
T  is for the time you spent hoping and praying the sickness would end
U is for the urges that plague your mind and weigh down your soul
V is for victory that is so close, yet so far away
W is for the weakness you're pushing out of your system
X is for x-ray, a snapshot of how your life used to be, how it could be again.
Y is for you, because you are strong to defeat a beast most cannot see
Z is for the zealot. The warrior we know you are.

Slay the beast.

Thin Line

There's a thin line between reality and insanity
It's tangible, and all too easy to snap
You feel it as you descend into the depths of hell
Trapped in your own mind, waging a war internally
that there's no way you can possibly win
What can you do when the monster you're up against
Is the one see every day?
What can you do when the monster you're up against
Has your own face?
The descend into madness isn't much of a descent at all
There are steps - small increments that weigh you down
Make you weary and make you forget who it is that you are
You hope for the end, hope it's better than the beginning
but the end is nothing but an utter collapse of everything you've ever known and loved
You'll question everything you ever knew, but no one can tell you
just what it is you're up against
They can see it, this monster you're becoming
but they refuse to acknowledge it, because what they don't see
They don't see the war. The tears, the bloodshed, the thin line of reality
so they'll hide the monster, the one only you can feel
they'll shove it in the closet, keep it in the dark
but you see, the thing is
monsters grow in the darkness