Typical Rumination On Recovery  

Alone wit captured moments,
chapter open my condolence,
 if you have to notice ,
 sadness froze in my act at moments
like a car crashed and broken
as we are,
choosing paths we go down
bound to hopeless
ways of lowest, empty wholeness
gathered homeless or
mindless, boldness find us chosen,
so, hold on never folden
back up on a wall tall wit boldness.

Madness rose in graphics, sad its,
roasten havoc, savage growing in me,
envy storing storage had been closed
and now its open....
Now im choking in these deep waters,
need to seek alters,
speak to priest for peace i need closure
Weak i be as weeks fly by i try being sober,
but increase my need for weed and these
weak poems