A stony path

To be that place that you despise
To see contempt  
That sympathy that shows but oh to quickly goes
To slip so many times
To walk the path of Jim Morrison
The dead eyes that stare the last song unshared
To inhabit you from the social crowd
To a giant black and threatening cloud
I could not find the summoned strength
To know how addicts free themselves
To ween and fail and try again
To feel the wretchedness  
The memory of the rush remains  
How many times to grit your teeth
Walk the straight line upon a stony path
And come out the other side
And raise the torch  like liberty
And shout with a belief "now I'm clean"  
Written by slipalong
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In empathy
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