The Deal

weaving dreams
from smoke
trying to grasp
the unattainable  
making deals  
with heaven and hell
that my son  
stays in his drug program
shaking the meth habit
see I'm a cocaine fiend
he doesn't know it
feeling like a hypocrite
when I say he can be clean
I'm bargaining with the devil
i'll lay down my habit
let his soul be free
this I vow before hell's gates
tomorrow he goes to his future
the Salvation Army program
I see him a counselor some day
for those who've traversed this path
today the devil  
has come candy in hand
I'm sorely tempted
I've made a promise
let my son be free
i'll do what it takes
to break these family chains
so here I am inking out my pain
instead of powdering my nose
addicted to the power of verse
slipping the noose
this is raw feeling being bled here
no refinement just bare thought
walking through the fire
hanging on for dear life
weaving dreams  
from smoke
I've claimed what's mine
the deal is done
no more coke up my nose
poetry now my vise
wisdom my savior
crucified for my sin
the winds of fate  
have taken us
to the precipice of freedom
jumping off the cliff
landing head on into sobriety
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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